tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post9097626407238585890..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: VicariousReading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-91847962044502185472012-06-12T08:37:53.341+00:002012-06-12T08:37:53.341+00:00Would not have missed it xWould not have missed it xReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-16583840745058422632012-06-11T22:40:10.012+00:002012-06-11T22:40:10.012+00:00What an interesting post. And the previous one, th...What an interesting post. And the previous one, that reminded me of so much about the classrooms we once inhabited, is beautiful.<br />Thank you for coming to the book launch. I very much appreciated your being there.Wendynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-65071722244762488442012-06-09T20:31:05.180+00:002012-06-09T20:31:05.180+00:00Fire Bird x x<b>Fire Bird</b> x xReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-33313138582929742402012-06-09T17:08:09.639+00:002012-06-09T17:08:09.639+00:00a big yes feeling here but not very articulated......a big yes feeling here but not very articulated... 'YES'Fire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-52300355254423396292012-06-09T10:58:46.602+00:002012-06-09T10:58:46.602+00:00Mwah!
xMwah! <br /><br />xReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-47084750988739452452012-06-09T09:12:40.022+00:002012-06-09T09:12:40.022+00:00Nothing is quite as it should be. I am filled with...<i> Nothing is quite as it should be. I am filled with a sense of possibilities. </i><br /><br />I love that, you know? Because so often, when things aren't quite what they should be, we are filled with – I don't know. Unease? Dread? But that you say, with a sense of possibilities – that is adventure, that is to-boldly-going, that is flying with the wind but not haplessly being blown hither and yon but accepting the world's unpredictability and the beauty that lies within that very unpredictability…<br /><br />Or, well, that's how I felt it, anyway.<br /><br />Once, when my firstborn was about two months old, too, we went outside to the back of the house. Right behind the garden was a steep, steep ravine, at the bottom of which a wee river ran. A beech wood grew all along the ravine; and my son's eyes were filled with wonder of the purest kind, when from my arms he looked up and saw the green pattern of leaves with sun through them.<br /><br />It is all a miracle, sometimes.<br /><br /><i>I me see</i> 19. We likes…so glad you're writing.<br /><br />x'tis Inoreply@blogger.com