Something to Give, a Song to Sing

Things to remember about our life right now: the way the girls have been napping, nested in like little measuring spoons. When Benici set his load down to go answer the door--one in a set of handmade owls, a gift for the kids when Calliope was born and his favorite film of late-- Superman versus Nature and War (not only nature but war, too. And I love the ampersand, as if nature and war were a pair.) Our nursery school had chicks hatch this week-- the teeny life, cracking through and literally coming out of its shell. Reading the Sylvia Cynthia Stout poem aloud at nursery school and having the kids throwing their heads back in laughter. A visit from one of my best college buds with her daughter this week--lots of great chats.

And this unbelievable quote a friend found inadvertantly while observing a highschool writing class, sent from Anne Lamott:

"This is one of my favorite jokes because the character is so familiar to me. She is probably familiar to a lot of people you know. Maybe she is not ready for the deadness to be killed, or maybe, against all odds, she is. Maybe you can give her something from deep within to find or do or fight for that will break the trance for her. You'll have to find this first within you, though. And then you'll have it to give away. This woman may get to wake up.. And then she will have something to give, a song to sing. Maybe it won't be a song exactly, but maybe just a little tune, a CALLIOPE tune, the tune of survival."