Hello Autumn.

My favorite season is here. Why do I like Fall? A running list: copper orange, terracotta orange, pumpkin flavored everything: tea, pie, cinnamon sticks, stepping on crunchy leaves, crisp morning air, late afternoon sun, longer hugs, longer shadows, boots, trench coats, turtle necks, warm cider, …  

Teaching as/of Poetry

Last semester, I wrote a research paper titled, “Female Adolescents’ Perceptions of Themes Related to Identity Depicted in Artworks from Fantasy Fiction Novels”.  One of the novels was Princess and Curdie (1966), written by George Macdonald. I’m currently organizing my first year notes and journals and came across two passages that I’ve hand-written down, verbatim: “The night came close and around them, clasping them in one universal arm of love, and although it neither spoke nor smiled, seemed all eye and ear, seemed to see and hear and know everything said and did” (p. 52). “They were the happiest couple…

The Sea

If I close my eyes and really pretend, there’s the sea at land’s end. No it’s not: the sounds of cars going by but the sounds of tides hitting rocks: my lullaby. If the Laws of Attraction* still holds true, then my body will reach only the blue. I’m not as close by, the tides have not reached my toes. I’ll be near, grey dove. Soon, I’ll be here.   *The ability to attract whatever we are focusing on into our lives