So, here’s a pictorial view of my week.
I made almond cookies for Chinese New Year. Extremely tasty with Amaretto and orange slices.
I supervised a bunch of 4 year-olds (68 of them, actually!) as they played in the Wehr Nature Center’s play space with spray bottles of diluted liquid watercolors.
I watched the sun setting in the west from my second story bedroom window.
And I felt the frost fly up on feathered wings into the morning light…and into my bones.
This morning, I took a group of Kindergarteners out on a nature hike. One little boy walked beside me, counting excitedly. “I found a hundred things!” he shouted. Oh, there so many more than that, I thought.
—Say it, no ideas but in things—
nothing but the blank faces of the houses
and cylindrical trees
bent, forked by preconception and accident—
split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained—
secret—into the body of the light!
-William Carlos Williams (from “Paterson – Book One”)
Things…winter things…frosty filigreed, foggy white, cold-packed and angular, distant and spare.
Ideas…winter ideas…hard and dense, insular, desperate, furtive.