This morning I read Heather Cox Richardson and try not to sink into what the Republican party is trying to do to education. A democracy needs a well-educated populace. We need public education, and we need to keep our children safe, safe in every way.
A friend works with children in Spain. She can already see a tightening in their throat and jaw, a ring around to the occiput in back. How are our children affected by shelter-in-place?
I sit with that now, notice my teeth, notice how they sit in my jaw. Am I offering the contraction of fear to that space, or the expansiveness of love?
How am I tasting what’s here?
I close my eyes and feel the caress of the layers of eyelids on the liquidity of eyeballs. I rest there.
Pir Elias Amidon writes:
Your soul is not a thing.
It is the fragrance of your life.
Emily Dickinson wrote:
The only news I know
Is bulletins all day
From immortality.
In case you’re not Emily Dickinson, and are interested in the happenings of today, here’s the link:
