Mississippi Moments

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Found this today---
"I don't believe that our loved ones make our lives...but loving them does.
---Sarah, True Women, by Janice Woods Windle

This snow, this ice, this respite. What a gift!
I am so aware that I am blessed to have the luxury of not having to brave the elements and idiots because I have to go to a job. I definitely will not be getting into a car until it rains thoroughly. I love the muffled quiet that layers the outside around us now because of the snow. I like the moon shining on us when we go outside. I also am thankful that I have a warm, dry little home. This woodstove is doing its thing. This is when the woodstacking really pays off. Porter has had a quiet day with me. Probably wishes he could've had more fun but I have been curled up correcting mounds of Greek and Latin roots work and other projects. Time for a break, a cup of hot cider, and my own good book. No school again tomorrow.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
Please stay home! Please stay home! Please stay home!
Glad husband is fine. Car is not. So what.
Reminds me outside of the scene in Rudolph when he leaves the little cottage and heads off....the blizzard is blowing the snow sideways and toppling the presents and ripping the decorations off of the trees. Looking forward to more walks in this with Porter. He isn't too sure of the snow on our walks, but he sure does love to play in it when we get home.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Words are as strong and powerful as bombs, as napalm.
Dorothy Day

And today was the first snow of the winter.
It is also a full moon.
Doing a lot of thinking, walking, and dreaming on this end...not much writing.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

In case you were wondering...

"With time, women gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously Cultured, Educated and Happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, Good grief, look how smart I am! Must be where the phrase 'Smart Ass' came from! "
---this came via email and Auntie Lydia today...wish I knew the writer....so I could thank her personally.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

...When we get out of the glass bottles of our egos,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don't know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh...D.H. Lawrence

And so it is.
I am back in the classroom. And stamping with new power...and getting used to looking up at people instead of down, adjusting to new smells (a lot of those), different noises, different time frames for the assigning and completion of tasks, different energies required for this work. We are learning about each other. I am learning a whole new curriculum and direction of learning. The family connections seems to be watching and waiting with some kind of breaths to see what unfolds. The support and welcome has been terrific. So have the roses that were delivered from a family and bouquets of autumn flowers. I am happy to be there. I am happy to be learning this kind of work. I am happy to be challenged to read literature that I wouldn't have touched with a ten foot pole. I am happy to be bringing order and delight to this space that needs it. I am happy. Period. This will be a good, little gig.

In other news--we are praying, loving, and supporting my sister-in-law as she heals from her surgery yesterday and prepares for the next steps on her road to being cancer-free. It is so difficult, as most of us know, to hear news of loved ones (or even yourself) receiving diagnoses that just make the world stop. stop. stop. Then, the process of ohmygod and what next, sometimes the why, and here we are...It makes what is important in one's life as clear as can be. Please join us in prayer and love and support and all around powerful mo-jo for her.

Fletcher and I had a wonderful time in Austin. I had forgotten how uplifting and nourishing it is to go wander historical sites--state cemeteries, pioneer cemeteries, slave burial grounds, LBJ Ranch, 19th century living history farm across the way, Luckenbach, TX with its rough charm and music, the Austin City Limits stage tour, the state capitol and the stomping grounds of O. Henry (how cool was that!?!), the Austin Celtic Fest with its sheep/goose/duck herding demos, dancing (of course), eating of the local BBQ, Tex-Mex, and regional delights. I love Shiner Boch (sp?) beer. We explored historic Fredericksburg, TX and did some geo-caching. We climbed the tallest "mount" in the hill country and looked down over the manmade lakes and environs at sunset. We enjoyed quality time with our host family, dear, dear friends of Fletcher's from his past. It was a pleasure to have that time with them. I love straight shot flights, also. No hassle. Just get home. And then it was right into the fire the next day. I like having teaching dance as the one consistent thing I know how to do well and right and now that Porter is back home, our walks together rate topnotch in my book.

Mother Earth is shaking off her finery and snuggling into Her winter bed. I am thankful for this time of year. And for crawling out of the glass bottle of my ego.

Monday, November 01, 2010

The rains have arrived.

"I want to live the beauty of these years. Cleaning up, I know we are not what we have or what we have done. We are what we have been given."--Gunilla Norris, The Mystic Garden

The pup is dried off, warmed up, fed, and curled up asleep on a cozy chair near the heater. No time for a fire this morning. I am still adjusting to the old/new schedule of being up early, working out, walking, working hard, and dancing,and then early to bed. I am thankful for the big pot of healthy, homemade veggie stew with pearl barley that will stick to ribs and make the house smell inviting all week long. I am thankful for raincoats that keep me sort of dry on these walks, thankful for the new street lights that make our morning and evening constitutionals less daunting. I am thankful for the load of firewood that Fletcher and I carted in yesterday for the month. It is dry and accessible. I am thankful for my health and my heart and the hope I have in the coming months. Facing up to things is the real challenge at first, and then the path opens up. I refer to facing financial things, familial things, friendship things, facebook things..in essence, life. Facing up takes energy, courage, and good coffee. It requires calm. It requires fearless truth seeking and writing it down. I like the aftermath of that---taking stock. So thankful to have those tools or know folks that do and will share.

The Hallwe'en scrum was just that. Babies, kids in costumes, noise, sports on t.v., goodies, cider, tea, noise, collegial squabbling, comments about just about everything, trick-or-treating, homemade pizzas and other good foods, and time well spent.

Taking stock today.Doing curriculum planning and prep. Lesson planning for November. AH! Love being back in the saddle.:) Just waiting for a little more daylight so I can go be a "picker" in my own classroom-in-a-garage and pull out what I think I might need and want. Keeping it simple. Keeping it organized. Keeping it light. Don't need junk. Need the basics, though. And good coffee.