Is music older than words?

Is music older than words?

I am fortunate to work at a school with such an incredible arts program. Whether students spend one year here or fourteen, they have many chances to share their creative selves with teachers and each other daily. From performances at Grandparents and Special Friends Day, to Revels and Spring Festival, our students consistently blow us … Continue reading

And Yet, Not Enough

And Yet, Not Enough

“It was about an hour after sunset. The Catlin Gabel campus was completely still all around. But yet, nothing was still at all. Not even the tiny bright green fern sprouting from rich soil. The wind went crazy and there were way too many bird calls around to keep track of, and yet not enough. … Continue reading

Spider Weather

Spider Weather

Spider Weather by James Morrison These are the warm calm days before fall strips the trees and rain turns the ground slick the sky unpredictable, the days of yellowjackets and fruit flies that hover over the last wave of fallen apples and grapes. I’m spending time with the fat orange and brown spiders tying pitchfork … Continue reading

Many evenings

Many evenings

Winter. Time for what’s told only when light makes itself scarce. Slight days, cold-hefted nights lengthened for listening from the poem “Gather Close” by Paulann Petersen One day, we took a drive. Wheels turning along the banks of a great river, past the lacy descent of a waterfall, under the shadow of autumn hills, to … Continue reading

The Weavers

The Weavers

I have a fascination with spiders. Maybe it’s their artistry, an ability to create intricate structures that serve as both homes and practical food-capturing devices.  Maybe it’s their solitude– how they live alone, work alone, spending hours waiting…waiting…patiently, high in trees, low in branches, on fences and between houses. Maybe it’s how their webs catch the … Continue reading

Lux perpetua

Lux perpetua

I sit quietly in an ornately decorated Portland church, hands in my lap, surrounded by the smell of incense, colorful stained glass windows, and the solemn but soaring crystalline melodies of a choir singing Fauré’s Requiem in Latin: Fac eas, Domine, de morte transire ad vitam (Grant them, O Lord, to pass from death to … Continue reading