This is the title of the email in my box today from my favorite store:
Anthropologie. Had they peeked into my day because I WAS
wearing white? White pants for the very first time. I even wondered
if it was TOO early. Then as I arrived to class this morning, there was
my dear fellow teacher and friend in WHITE pants too.
It is time.
Today I would have rather gone to the beach and strolling the sand
and watching the waves . I am catching up from much travel:
heard Wendell Berry this weekend in Nashville.
Son is graduating this weekend from college
so it is not part of my weariness but there is preparation for such a
celebration. I was so struck by Berry's joy , humor, and wisdom.
I need quiet to think about all he said and how he said it. I adore
his books. SO today my students blessed me with recitations of the
Prologue to the Canterbury Tales in Middle English, readings of
sonnets of Shakespeare to acknowledge his 450 birthday, and
a great quote by Walter Wangerin about writing :
Good description is like Chartre Cathedral: it makes the reader move forward, move, you see, in the direction (narratively and emotionally and interpretively) that the author intends.
We looked at short videos of Canterbury and Chartres Cathedral.
And I still long for a time of rest but like Berry, it may be within one
of his Sabbath poems. We did read a couple of my favorites.
We didn't go to the beach.
More soon on what he said and how he said it!