Sensitive for Sale

And perhaps too much lack of coherence has been forgiven in me. And a long habit of mixing words and deserting my own thought for other thoughts in the middle of a sentence. (Margaret Wise Brown)

I haven’t written for a while. I’m uneasy about what I want to write. I’ve decided I might want to use this newsletter to express some broken/interrupted thoughts.

Here’s my friend Nina, reading Climbing Shadows (published by Groundwood Books, with illustrations by Cindy Derby). She often asks me for poetry. Today she ate spinach, romaine lettuce and arugula during our lettuce tasting event at the nursery school where I work.

This is a collaborative, on-going sculpture project that I initiated and am very proud of. The fish is a Brian Wildsmith fish. We had an old, beautiful, broken down book of his; I saved the torn pages and made photocopies of the fish. The fish fly and sing in the classroom alongside octopuses by Eric Carle. Sometimes I find them both together in the freezer of our little wooden fridge.

This is Totoro. Look at the ears she made(!?), and the expressive scribbles that evoke the magic of this loveable creature in a burst of concentration and verve and freedom only children have access to. Pay attention to the way children create! They are volcanoes and rivers and sunsets.

Sending hugs to people who have signed up for this quirky newsletter! Thank you.

I will write more when I have more to say…until then

xxx

Shanny