handwritten on July 23, 2019
Whimsy in the air dances freely when another is empowered to pass on love and possibility and endless dreams. It becomes even more real when that passed whimsy is unexpected, when the voice is louder then one ever thought possible, when the power comes from a tiny being with blonde hair and glasses who struggles to read maybe a bit, but has latched on to the words you have spoken from that first day of summer school. Ready to lead. Ready to love.
Students channel into the cafeteria greeted by warm and friendly faces eager to eat breakfast and laugh and talk with one another in the mornings of July. And together, before we head off to that first class of the day, we say a chant together and...
handwritten on July 22, 2019
If there is ever a day you do not go out of your way to do something for someone else. Well. You have not yet experienced whimsy then. Just something small. And even if it doesn't work out quite the way you imagined it. It is always the thought that counts. And that friend, they will remember that thought too and maybe even have a little laugh about it.
One of my great mentors from school had a birthday and she was turning 50. Since I was at school during the summer and a few staff members as well, we made a plan. We were going to order lunch for our friend and then I was going to pick up the cake. So my husband helped me pick out this very pretty cake, and I had it all ready until I...
handwritten on July 21, 2019
You know. I've always pondered over what makes a home a home. The obvious answer is the people. The more obvious answer is the feeling you get when you step inside a new home-one that is not your own and then perhaps that image of home actually becomes sharper. When you think about this question in the context of your own home, sometime our thoughts of this question become muddled with our own thoughts of what home should be. And then we aren't really paying very close attention to the home of another.
We visited a dear friend today who was hosting a house-warming party and even before stepping inside you could just tell the sense of home this individual felt. For everyone, the vibe of...
handwritten on July 20, 2019
We've all heard. Life is like a rollercoaster. There are drops and spins and unanticipated turns. There are forks in the roads and hidden jerks. There are times when your hair flies in the correct directions. Other times, you are going so fast you are blinded by the sun and the stars or by the hands you are putting in front of your eyes because you don't want to see the next fall.
My husband and I headed to Kennywood where we determined we have not been for probably about 8 to 10 years. Back to our marching band days, it certainly brought back memories of those sweaty wool uniforms and the chaperones in gold hanging out by the pavilion, the funnel cake and the rides for days and standing...
handwritten on July 19, 2019
Every time I look out my window into our tiny square grassy space outside of our apartment, I always check on the flowers and our outdoor mini bonsai. Generally, I tend to kill plants faster than you can even say plant, but I do think that just peeking out and giving them some extra tender loving care has kept them alive far longer than before. Sometimes I think it isn't necessarily the food or the water that keeps them going (thought that helps) but just the attention and the reminder that they are there-their leaves blowing in the wind basking under our golden sun. There is no greater whimsy than watching growth unfold before your eyes.
And the more that I think about growing and plants,...
