Everything smells great. The evergreens are already sheened in what will become the dew in the light. Christmas fragrance drifts in my opened window. An opened window is a luxury I never discount. I am grateful.
Daytime smells can combine laundry scents of fabric softener and clean dryer heated clothing, sizzling meat/potato/onion combinations as neighbors prepare lunches, and my one and only scented candle. This morning the whole place smells like ramen noodles and even that is pleasant. For some of my Elder House neighbors it will be their only meal today. I am a lucky girl and I share what I have.
For once the early morning hour does not prompt a flood of sobbing. Rather I think about my education and how damn good it has been. My elementary years were all in a catholic school. My brain was crammed full of dogma and half truths of the times. But what I remember most is women, nuns and non-nuns, in charge of the class rooms. They planted my feminist seeds and didn't even realize. Thanks, sistermaryeverybody and mrseverybodyelse.
High school was also swell. I got to pick some classes I wanted to explore for the very first time. I received some bad advice and some welcome encouragement. I had fun. I've had two college careers. The first four year stint left me with a broken heart, dear friends, and many questions. The second dazzled my soul.
And this morning two incredible instructors fill my heart with joy. These guys are both brilliant in their chosen fields. They love their work and it is evident in every lecture and every assignment. It was a privilege to be in their courses. I will never forget them and I am overwhelmed by the knowledge I have gained from them both.
Not a bad way to start the day. Smelling splendid smells and thanking the universe for two splendid men. And now to crochet. This morning life is good.
Daytime smells can combine laundry scents of fabric softener and clean dryer heated clothing, sizzling meat/potato/onion combinations as neighbors prepare lunches, and my one and only scented candle. This morning the whole place smells like ramen noodles and even that is pleasant. For some of my Elder House neighbors it will be their only meal today. I am a lucky girl and I share what I have.
For once the early morning hour does not prompt a flood of sobbing. Rather I think about my education and how damn good it has been. My elementary years were all in a catholic school. My brain was crammed full of dogma and half truths of the times. But what I remember most is women, nuns and non-nuns, in charge of the class rooms. They planted my feminist seeds and didn't even realize. Thanks, sistermaryeverybody and mrseverybodyelse.
High school was also swell. I got to pick some classes I wanted to explore for the very first time. I received some bad advice and some welcome encouragement. I had fun. I've had two college careers. The first four year stint left me with a broken heart, dear friends, and many questions. The second dazzled my soul.
And this morning two incredible instructors fill my heart with joy. These guys are both brilliant in their chosen fields. They love their work and it is evident in every lecture and every assignment. It was a privilege to be in their courses. I will never forget them and I am overwhelmed by the knowledge I have gained from them both.
Not a bad way to start the day. Smelling splendid smells and thanking the universe for two splendid men. And now to crochet. This morning life is good.
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