Sometimes joy after grief awakens slowly,
filled with stillness and soft footsteps.
Sometimes joy after grief runs so hard
it messes your hair and makes you giddy.
This winter morning teases us here on The McNichols Campus, snow so light you can hardly know it’s there outside our windows. Lots of strong Final Exam Essays (the exam question: “Tell me a good story and tell me why you call your story GOOD.”) Students reveal their courage when they sift their memories and listen to what their memories tell them.
Have a blest Wednesday,
john sj
Today’s Post: The Manoeuvre
I saw the two starlings
coming in toward the wires
But at the last,
just before alighting, they
turned in the air together
and landed backwards!
that’s what got me —
to face into the wind’s teeth.
William Carlos Williams
September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Carlos_Williams