12 April 2019
Write something inspired by this:
We are, all of us, always, the child the adult, and the elder simultaneously.
14 March 2019
I have need of angels.
Make art about needing an angel, or having one show up when you needed.
27 February 2019
Make art about what’s broken and beautiful, about beautiful versions of brokenness.
23 December 2017
Make art about the joy of giving.
24 December 2017
Make art about watching a child grow, the day to day changes.
25 December 2017
Make art about interfaith conversation, about building interfaith peace.
26 December 2017
Make art about shady sales practices.
27 December 2017
Make art about something you consider sacred.
13 October 2017
Make art about superstition.
14 October 2017
My youngest turns twenty-three today. Happy Birthday, Dean!
Make art about youngest children.
21 September 2017
Make art about redefining what home means.
22 September 2017
Make art about building or tearing down fences.
23 September 2017
Make art about the power of repetition.
24 September 2017
Make art about genetic memory.
25 September 2017
Make art about your last encounter with an angel.
26 September 2017
Make art about dissent.
27 September 2017
Make art about healing touch.
28 September 2017
Make art about that neighbor.
29 September 2017
Make art about responding to hate with unity and grace.
30 September 2017
Make art about what’s present in the absence.
1 October 2017
Make art about stepping away.
3 May 2017
Every day I sling the door open to my classroom, and enter, looking across the room at those amazing students, and greet them with”Good morning, you beautiful creatures!”
I hadn’t thought much about it, until apparently I missed a day greeting them this way, and I heard about it 🙂 “You didn’t call us beautiful creatures!”
And they are–so beautiful–these young creatures striving, focusing, questioning, and reaching, always reaching, even when they’re not sure yet what it is they’re reaching for. Some stumble, and fall. Some create the wind itself as they move from place to place. Others are much too hard on themselves, harder than we old people could be, harder even than the unbelievable media and family and societal pressure they carry on their young shoulders every day. They are creatures of grace, and incredible endurance, surviving, thriving even. in the mess we’ve left them.
They are dreamfog and summer storm and mountain clay and stardust. They are every road to everywhere, every path woven of hope and young hunger.
They are miraculous, these creatures, these wind dancers and fireaters, carrying their huge hearts out openly before them in their hands, offering them like gifts, like the gifts that they are. ❤
They’re funny, and they’re compassionate, and they’re curious, and wise, so much wiser than they’re given credit for, than they give themselves credit for, and I learn from them every time we’re together in those rooms. Every day they teach me, so I never forget what it is to dream.
Tonight, we shared a meal, and I listened to presentations for projects ranging from the environmental and natural–water quality, animal rescue, waste conversion for fuel–to a cross-section of the humane–programs for kids in poverty, kids with disabilities, for educating kids in technology, free financial services for students and for the poor, projects to help the hungry.
Tonight, I saw the future, y’all 🙂 and no matter how hard it seems right now, that future? It is indeed filled with beautiful, beautiful, beautiful creatures.
Make art about young people, about what we owe them, about what we can learn from them.