recuerda mi corazon

year of the tiger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yorki's tigers 
 
 
 

Sam's Sedona

 

 

 

 

 

 

emma's whale

 

 

 

    

a colorist after my own heart

creates a breathtaking token of love

perfect trees

sleeping in the forest

 

i thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly

arranging her dark skirts.

her pockets full of lichens and seeds.

 

i slept as never before. a stone on a river bed.

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars.

but my thoughts, and the floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees

all night i heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in darkness

all night i rose and fell, as if in water;

grappling with a luminous doom. by morning 

i had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better.

      

 poem by mary oliver

perfect trees

by 

jessica

a work in progress

 

tomorrow morning a biology classroom will be transformed.

books will slide to the far edge of a long week of discoveries.

we will begin with a large armature.

  it will startle most with its

blank 

white

stare.

it takes some warming up to.....

this white. untouched. mystery.

 

 so gently we will begin

coaxing 

a path,

plotting a direction

that is at once 

meaningful.

sincere.

passionate.

personal.

  

it's lovely to walk in the hush of promise.

once a course is chosen the power of commitment 

has each student head down and immersed in their journey.

 
  

you could hear a heart beating for all the silent joy.

 

and in the days of all this reveling

one by one

each student is lost in that perfect timeless place of creativity.

 

fear of the unknown is replaced with discovery.

fragments of glass that lay unrelated 

and impossibly small find import in their new wholeness.

 

uncertainty

is 

replaced 

with

trust.

 

the air is electric 

as their simple pencil and paper drawings

come to life

 

and through it all, the hesitant beginnings, the unfolding of trust, the freedom of

expression, the sheer joy of finding ones voice, the accomplishment of transformation,

i hope each student will hold strong to these revelations,

this week, this journey. 

because life is a work in progress. and everyone needs teachers

who believe in them. whose every thought, word and action

says, i see you.  you are capable. 

you are important.

you are

loved.