Sunday, October 21, 2007

10.19 Birth

I rode in on the lingering breathy kiss of a wind storm. Morning sun climbed out above the cloudy covers, giving garden trees a rainbow of red, orange, yellow, and late-lying green waves with the warm light. We were born today in a children's garden, full of seeds like the pumpkin we discovered there among the bent sunflowers.

The light was fleeting. Rains came quickly. Drops of sweetness secretly gathered, and when the bell rang, they sang to me as I blushed. Maybe rain is a teen-ager—shifting intensity throughout the day, stomping on the ceiling, hailing attention from even the most focused, and fading as it breaks. At one point, I shivered just looking out the streaked window.

A mixed bag blossomed as I zipped into my hatches to saddle up. Sun burst on the west; skies tumbled on the east. In the crossroads I pushed off with rainbows in my head, heart, and horizon. I was thwaped alive, smiling. Soon, like any good storm, there were blue skies, Magritte clouds, and still puddles.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

under an orange sky

One of the joys of riding my bike to work so early in the morning is the sunrise. Not just viewing it from a window, but being in it--waking and breathing with it, becoming colored and growing warm. Today the sky was ablaze, fire orange, pumpkin-gut gorgeous. The Cascades, a serrated knife, carved a seasonal jack-o-lantern out of the last few spooky rainy days. What a treat!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Curiosity strikes again

True, it has been too long since I've added a post to this blog. But once, seven years ago, I committed to recording the life of a dear friend as a mama. When her daughter speaks words of inquiry or wisdom, I swore I'd write them down. So last night, the six year old calls me up. "Didi, since you are a science teacher, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Can you separate gas?"

"Yes."

"How?"

and I launch into a kid friendly explanation of helium party balloons and density as a characteristic property of matter, which my 6th grade students will learn this very week. I continue on about the mixture of air around us, including oxygen we breathe.

"We also breathe in carbon dioxide," she chuckles.

"What's so funny?" I wonder.

"Carbon dioxide." She repeats. "Such a hard word to say!"

"Beautiful." Simply beautiful.