28.1.12

five new days

old job...

old job

...new job!

new tools


new job

major, nourishing, balmy, grounding change.

 a shift from serving the unanchored hungry masses to the eager and ravenous minds of the luminous species of little humans. whether by luck or the sheer appetite for escape this blessing has settled softly into routine like a featherbed. also there has been snow, broken and faceted light and a new timetable to metabolize. this is a change- to work in the daytime instead of slumbering numbly through it. below is a catalog of sunrises from the new routine. i am so grateful for this opportunity to still and distill language for the very young (2 to 6 year olds) and walk them through the joy of material, color and form that make us into whole-grained, hard boned, inexhaustible creative creatures we all become. (regardless of any judgment about not-being-artistic or having no-creative-ability we might self-impose on our adult selves. that is a separate grief, and one that deserves its own ramble.)


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