LOVED this movie as a child and was happy to find it this week. It will be the trimester final for the 5th graders~a nice tie-in to all the composers/geography/architecture we've been studying in our music history classes. It also helps that my entire music class is also part of Choir 5.
Gorgeous day for the Texas Book Festival. Difficult to believe perhaps, but I did not purchase a single book. Partially because it was too hot to carry loads of things and partially because I decided to walk to the event.
Still swimming. Yes, at the end of October!
Al fresco lunch from my favorite French cafe.
Arrived on campus this morning to find lovely displays for Diwali~the Hindu festival of lights. Knew really nothing about it, until after an informative assembly.
I am for anything that celebrates light. And flowers. And food!
One of the hatching monarchs on campus yesterday morning!
Me and the 7th & 8th grade choir beginning the heartbeat rhythm for It Takes a Village for the Installation of the Head of Trinity. Oh yes. Processions and Bishops and high ceremony~well, as high as one can get in a middle school gymnasium. (We have a GORGEOUS new auditorium, but we can barely fit the student body in it~they way underestimated the growth of this school when building.)
OMG~as my students would say. These are the most exquisite pears I've had. I was at Central Market looking at the red pears when the produce guy asked me if I had tried these. He sliced one open and I was hooked. Just had a tasty dinner of a bed of mixed greens, crumbles of bleu cheese, toasted pecans and these pears. DIVINE.
Saddened to hear that a marvelous composer just passed away~here's one of his gems.
"Tell me where is the road I can call my own, That I left, that I lost, so long ago. All these years I have wondered, oh when will I know, There's a way, there's a road that will lead me home.
"After wind, After rain, when the dark is done, As I wake from a dream, in the gold of day, Through the air there's a calling from far away, There's a voice I can hear that will lead me home.
"Rise up, follow me, come away is the call With (the) love in your heart as the only song There is no such beauty as where you belong Rise up, follow me, I will lead you home."
Woke to find the following email in my work in-box. I wish I could say that I knew the woman~but in a way, I do. Her daughter is the Head of the Lower School and is the one who highly recommended that I be hired for the Middle School. I teach her two grandsons. And I walk her campus daily. We've three official services that are being planned for the next week~lots of music to organize.
Here's to the hope that when one shuffles off the coil, someone will write the following (or some such sentiments) regarding one's life & efforts.
"Dear Trinity Community:
I write to you tonight with a truly heavy heart.
Jane Ferguson Hill, the beloved founder of Trinity Episcopal School,
died late this afternoon after a long and difficult illness. No words
can adequately express our sadness at the passing
of this amazing woman and the great loss her family has suffered. Our
thoughts and prayers are with the Hill family, her husband Dr. Tom Hill,
daughter Jennifer Morgan (Todd), son Andrew Hill (Heidi), and her
grandchildren Hill, Drew, Libby and Charlie.
We are sincerely grateful that they have so generously shared their
wife, mother, and grandmother with the entire Trinity Family.
Jane Hill was quite simply a force of nature. The
consummate educator, Jane began her career as a kindergarten teacher at
Good Shepherd Episcopal School, and then spent the next decade as Head
of School at St. Matthew’s Episcopal Day School.
In 1999, Jane became the founding Head of School of Trinity Episcopal
School. Jane’s gifts were innumerable. Her vision, leadership and
charisma, tenacity, and innate sense of what was good for children
inspire us all, making her the Pied Piper of Trinity.
Over the years Jane received numerous honors and accolades for her work
in schools. Because of the vision and dedicated hard work of Jane
Hill, generations of children have known and will know the love of God
and through that foundation realize their potential
as both students and human beings. I have no doubt that Jane has been
welcomed into the arms of our Lord with the words, “Well done, good and
There will be a special All School Chapel in the
coming days. Our message will be an age-appropriate celebration of our
founder and the seeds she planted here at Trinity. Services at St.
David’s Episcopal Church are being planned by the
family for next week. Trinity will also host an evening Celebration of
Life honoring Jane Hill for the adults in our school community in the
week that follows. As soon as details regarding services and donations
in Jane’s honor are confirmed, the information
will be posted on the Trinity website (www.austintrinity.org).
After careful consideration and conversation with
Jennifer, it was decided that, with the family’s blessing, we would not
close school on the day of services. However, it is our intent to allow
every faculty and staff member who would
like to attend the St. David’s services the opportunity to do so. Once
we know the timing of the services, I will be in contact and we will
make firm plans on coverage.
While this is a loss to the whole Trinity
Community, it is felt most especially by the Hill and Morgan family. We
are sensitive at this time for their need to mourn privately. You are
invited to share remembrances and condolences with
the family and the community through the Jane Hill tribute page of the
Trinity website which will be available tomorrow. If you or your child
experiences this loss in such a way that you need support, please know
that our Chaplain, Brin Bon, and our school
counselors are available.
Jane’s physical presence may no longer be here
among us, but her spirit lives on in the classrooms of Trinity Episcopal
School. Although Jane’s voice is now silent, her message is still
heard in the lessons we have learned. Though Jane’s
hands that were always so busy now lie still, her good work remains.
And, though Jane’s heart of gold has stopped beating, her love remains
here among family and friends, and the Trinity Community. Trinity is
Jane’s gift of love to us, given with every intention
that we should take up her vision and carry it forward.
Yesterday was St. Francis Day and many pet blessings occurred throughout the land (our school chaplain decided it best to have people bring in photos of their pets and I applaud her wisdom as there are well over 600 students/staff.)
I was lucky enough to grow up with a menagerie of animals ranging from Shetland ponies the to horned lizard I tried to adopt in our backyard when I was 8. Many cats and dogs have added much joy to my days. Bogart is rolling into the grand age of 15 and continues to bless my days~the occasional hairball aside.
A 6th grader who likes to hang out in the choir room during lunch (he's not my official student). He's so good that he actually has a band playing in the ACL festival this season. (We will draw a veil over what the combo of ACL and a UT home game does to traffic in this teeny town.)
This didn't turn out as arty as I wanted, but it was a gorgeous moment in yesterday's ideal afternoon sunshine.
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: “Live in the layers, not on the litter.” Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.
Yes. Once again, I have given in to the allure of the U-Haul company and my addiction to cardboard boxes and am changing addresses. As this is supposed to be a blog about the daily joys, I will gloss over (here) the horrid behaviors of various neighbors at this address and be grateful that it's easy to find housing here and that I know lots of people here~some of whom are willing to lift my books and help me move.