googly glitter

Brightened my mail box over the weekend~thank y'all!

The cover to my rehearsal binder~we kicked off the first rehearsal by having the entire cast read/sing through the entire show.  Sent them home a little shell-shocked, but highly motivated to dig into the show.  (And if there is a more irritating ear worm than the tune of the bloody Oompa-Loompas, I do not ever want to hear it.)

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Moreau memories

Honors Choir in Salzburg

This may be the oddest Valentine blog, but I just found out that a former student passed away a couple of weeks ago.  Both Erwin and his sister, Sherilyn, were in:  jazz, Campus Ministry, men/women's, regular choirs.  It was a delight to watch them graduate from uni and launch into their adult lives.   And now, this?

Erwin and Sam hearing Gershwin in NYC

Not much to say~simply sitting and remembering some joyful days/concerts.

alchemy

Yes, it's 80-something-freakish-degrees here, but I was sent some VD monies for cheesecake and I realized that it's been far too long since I've turned on my oven.  And now that peace has returned with the kitchen plumbing, it seemed a good way to celebrate a working kitchen.  And I still had Christmas chocolate bars in the drawer~what is wrong with that picture?

Baking is, for me, a therapeutic and creative way of dealing with the world and/or the week.  I have such blissful childhood memories of baking with Grandma Dunston, and pulling out some of her utensils and pans reconnects me with that heritage.

This project had an added bonus as we're dealing with the usual backlash of posting a cast list~angry parents and sad parents and passive-aggressive parents~all clearly telling us how we are failures as teachers/artists. So, it seemed a good time to vigorously chop some chocolate and enjoy the scent of it melting.

And while I know that baking can be reduced to basic chemistry, I find the manner in which basic ingredients come together to be magical.

Genuuuwine vanilla from Grenada.

Finished products, cooling and awaiting dollops/dousings of whipped cream.  (I texted some photographic proof to colleagues so that I don't eat them all over the next two days.)

gift tips

#texas#lenten#issues

flavors of childhood

Was thrilled to find this in a drawer last night~stashed away from my SF trip last August. Some of my earliest memories include the Lunar Parade in SF's Chinatown, egg flower soup, and this enchanting candy that had a rice paper wrapping that melted like magic.  

My dentist will be equally as thrilled that I found it at 9 p.m. and ate half the box.

words, kind

It's that time in the rhythm of the school year when things can kind of slump.  Decided it was time to do a choir project~so we created bracelets.  The idea is to go around the circle and to put a bead in a cup that triggers some association with the one person.  By the time the cup goes all the way around, the person has the makings of a bracelet and hopefully, some unexpected and hope-giving words.

I've done this a few times~usually in a retreat setting and with high school students, so wasn't sure how it would go.  It turned out to be moving and funny and all of them were excitedly wearing their beads as they left class today.

A great way to use beads on this 2016 Mardi Gras!

Gung Hay Fat Choy

The Year of the Monkey commences today~celebrated with some spicy take-away for dinner, after three hours of Wonka auditions.  I was ever so pleased that when I said the title phrase to our two Mandarin teachers today, they both exclaimed "Oh! You have an SF accent."  Guess my years of Texas living haven't decimated what they told me is a primarily Hong Kong accent.

Cheeky little monkey~my latest painting project.  Hopefully the words actually say "Year of the Monkey" and not something vulgar.  At any rate, painting him was a fun project and brought joy to my painting cohorts last week.

the wrung, irrational soul

(gorgeous cardinal seen on today's walk.  Yes, I do need National Geographic level photos of the beautiful stuff I see.  But for now?  My phone will suffice.)

In space
(the experiment
suggested by two fifth graders),
a Canadian astronaut
wrings water out of a towel.

It stays by the towel,
horizontal
transparent isinglass,
a hyaline column.

Then begins to cover his hands,
his wrists,
stays on them
until he passes it to another towel.

On earth
some who watch this
recognize the wrung, irrational soul.

How it does not leave
but stays close,
outside the cleaning twist-fate but close—

fear       desire       anger
joy       irritation
mourning

wet stuff
that is shining, that cannot go from us,
having nowhere other to fall.

"In Space" by Jane Hirshfield from The Beauty. © Knopf, 2015.

CHOCOLATE SCENTED nail polish

Who knew such cleverness existed?  Last week, a student was opening her bday loot during my class and I discovered such a thing as scented nail polish.  I immediately went on-line to see if it existed in chocolate form...

Ready for the world of Oompa-Loompas now!

lake beauties

wish upon a star

This was the Writer's Almanac offering today~love when one stumbles upon something articulated well.

What Love Cannot Do It cannot save itself when it expires like a tire’s slow leak. It cannot bring back the greediness of youth                                            mouth on mouth,                                            skin on skin, that gnawing,                                            that longing you carried until the next time and then there is no next time. You never see it coming but always see it leaving. It waits by the door, bags packed, full of stones from your life.                                            What it can do is mark the distance between Point A and Point B, which feels like a galaxy,                                            every star you ever wished upon                                            imploding before your eyes. "What Love Cannot Do" by January Gill O'Neil from Misery Islands. © Cavan Kerry Press, 2014.