9/2/2023 0 Comments Little bits and pieces![]() Using a format of your choosing, write a poem about a mask or masks.” The July Open Write on Ethical ELA begins today with host Mo Daley, who invites poets to “Consider the masks you or those around you might wear. I would explain that I removed their house Strutting and stretching his banded wings Usually I try to make my poem title do more work, but today, no other will do. I have learned a lot more about savoring here. ![]() Of all the places I remember and could write about… have written about…I choose my home now. Nothing pulls on the heart like home… I can almost hear the Beatles’ song “In My Life” playing in the background: “There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed…” The memory of these places, and the spirit of them, really are the theme song of our lives. This summer, at age seven, she taught Franna how to play chess.įor today’s Open Write on Ethical ELA, participants are invited to write poems about “places we call home”. You want to do the things you see your big sister doing. You play drums with spatulas on my big kitchen bowls. Not to mention do-do-do-do-doot-doot-do Bluey on TV. You ask for specific song videos (we know exactly what these are, don’t we): Na Na Na, Sunny Day, Shine, Ba Ba Minion, Giant, B-I-B-L-E. If a toy rolls under a table or bed: Where’d it go? When there are no birds outside the window, you call in your singsong voice: Birds, where are you? When you want to watch a music video on my phone, you pat my pockets or stick your hands between the sofa cushions: Where is it? Phont. That is, in fact, what you call the organ: up down. The Lowry organ in Franna’s living room is way too loud for you so we don’t turn it on you are perfectly happy sitting on the bench, pressing the silent keys, flipping the couplers (that control pedals, special effects, swell, and great) up and down. For now you are exploring all the windows of your world. Tempus fugit, says the face of the grandfather clock. You slide it onto your little arm and hold it up with pride: Watch. Back in the house you go, looking for my watch on the kitchen table where it’s charging in a patch of sunlight. Your big brown eyes (so like your father’s, so like mine) miss nothing: Grampa watch. Then you see Grampa in the rocking chair. You became especially fond of the Dada bird, so vibrantly blue, and you knew he was helping to feed his babies (often with a big bug in his beak). And I hold you at the windows where we watched the bluebirds going in and out of their house from early spring to summer, feeding two successive broods of babies until they fledged and flew. It’s one of your favorite things to do a dozen times a day, you have your hand on the front door handle, asking to rock.Īnother dozen times a day, you hold your hands up to me ( got you) with the directive Watch. You understand perfectly well it means the big gray thing out by the woods as well as the movement of the white chairs on the porch. Amazing.You are a study in language acquisition and word associations. I can't wait to go back, and I must say, us west-coast natives sure do take advantage of the ocean being in our backyard!! This hike through Big Sur is less than 30 minutes from home. I loved loved loved the redwoods and the creek in the beginning, and the ocean view was, well.stunning. Tough hike, but well worth it in the end. On the way down, we faced the ocean, which after a 4 mile hike, was pretty rewarding if you ask me! All in all, it was a great day. In exchange for the redwoods and the creek, we got a beautiful ocean view on one side, and a gorgeous mountain terrain on the other. Then, we came over the summit, and boy, was it worth climbing for.(see below). I was well warned of the steepness, so, as I expected, it was a little tough. I am not in great shape, but definitely not in bad shape, so this just goes to show how steep this hike really became. Let's put it this way.I would take 10 steps or so, and need to stop for a break. Sounds fun right?! Well, after about 2 miles of 72 degree beauty, we reached the "ascent". It started off een plants surrounding a small rushing creek, winding through tall redwoods, which provided shade and a great calming scent. Now, I'm not really one to "seek extreme adventure", and call me a weenie if you wish, but that hike was everything BUT easy. But last wednesday, Nick and I had some spare time, and decided to spend it hiking the hills of Garrapata State Park. So, I haven't posted in a while, but I'm still getting used to this whole blogging thing and what I would like to share, not to mention, I've been busy with my final semester at CSUMB.
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