hello, friends.

 
summer is wrapping up.

i'm gearing up for school. all day long i think about lesson plans, school supplies & back-to-school outfits. man, i love my job.

here are some things, i've been mulling over:

fall is great. i can't wait to wear boots & scarves, watch football & drink cider.

i am destined to not finish 'east of eden' ever. too dark. too scary. not worth it.

i love crafts. lately i've been making friendship bracelets, a way cool magazine project, & thinking of some new embroidery patterns. i have forgotten how therapeutic & relaxing it can be to make something with one's hands. i'm so glad i've remembered now.

downton abbey is the greatest show. ever. ever. ever.

“What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
- Mary Oliver

mary oliver is one of my most favorite people in the world. she has an incredibly uncanny gift to take a moment or a thought and wrap it perfectly in words so as to send out a package of grace and light to the world. i deeply admire her. and lately, i've been thinking. i love teaching. i love my husband. i love this place in our lives where we truly believe anything is possible. what a gift.

thank you, LORD. 

stuff i'm into.

this mug.
these pens.
this chocolate.
this park.
this race.
twitter.

work that is real.

once again, i've been gone quite a long time. i don't even know if anyone checks this any more.

but every once in a while my heart becomes too full and heavy to express in the spoken word and only the written will do.

i've been spending my summer working. as a teacher it's kind of a silly thing to do. but the work is important. and meaningful. and revolutionary. and will completely change the way we do things in school. for the better. i believe this with all my heart.

that being said, it is not easy.

in fact, most days it's hard.

we're met with resistance. we have different ideas. we disagree. after days and days of toiling, we feel nowhere closer to the end, but merely buried beneath a longer to-do list.

when i came home from a full day today, i looked up this poem i had taught to my women & lit kids this year. when i can't say what i need to, sometimes i find someone already has. and that makes me feel like i'm not alone any more. 

To be of use
by Marge Piercy

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who stand in the line and haul in their places,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

under the weather

i've been feeling a bit under the weather as of late...

we had a terrific weekend chaperoning a ski trip with some kiddos from church. there were a few minor sprains & bruises, but it was still a great weekend.

school has been rough while sick. even when my throat feels like its scratched thin, my kids still feel the need to talk louder than me. why is this?

i could go for some orange juice, yoga pants, and movies on the couch tonight, i think.

i hope you are all staying healthy & warm.

love, love.