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What a balm this is as we enter the bluster of the strongman. So much to think about here this morning. The threshold between before and after. Accumulated losses. The swift transition into the unthinkable. I consider the praise of fragility as a form resistance. The sand mandala, not the bronze statue. As a former teacher, I love how you identified the challenge of preparing students for an inhospitable world.

I thought of the poem, Little Things by Sharon Olds, this excerpt:

"So when I fix on this image of resin

or sweep together with the heel of my hand a

pile of my son’s sunburn peels like

insect wings, where I peeled his back the night before camp,

I am doing something I learned early to do, I am

paying attention to small beauties,

whatever I have–as if it were our duty to

find things to love, to bind ourselves to this world."

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ah, thank you for this! It's funny -- I was reading Sharon Olds this week, and had thought about writing something about her work, as well! Thank you for this reminder of this poem of hers. She's wonderful.

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I wish you would compile a year's worth of these into a book, a text, a guide, a helper. They're treasure, & treasured. Thank you!

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maybe one day! appreciate you reading. thank you!

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♥️

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Absolutely stunning...the poetry and your refections on the poetry are always extraordinary

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thanks so much -- appreciate you

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This is absolutely beautiful, thank you so much x

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thank you for reading!

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