WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

....no writing since wednesday. work on wednesday and thursday and poetry on friday night. a fine performance by a brother and sister working on a stage piece in honor of their dad -- a teacher, activist, father, lover, brother, barbecuer, hell-raiser, loving-his-kids man. beautiful piece. effective use of call and response. can't wait to see it in production.

....no writing today. spouse and i took the little ones over here for snow tubing and we had a blast. my ass is still hurting from the bumps on the hills. wind whipping my cheeks a rosy red and my little lady hollering "hold on mommy!!!" as we slid at top speed down the mountain. little man stood up in his tube as we were being pulled by the lift so of course they had to stop and get him back in. notta problem. grateful for some fun. time away. time to act like a kid again with the kids. to not think of all there is to do. to feel that wind against my face and open my mouth, taste it, swallow it, just as i used to do when i was a kid flying down warren street on my pink huffy bike. many thoughts today. many good thoughts. and an understanding about getting older in a way i hadn't understood before. clarification articulated during a four hour conversation with a friend that ended at 3:45 in the morning. damn. four hours. haven't done that in a long time. many good thoughts today. adding to that wellspring from which i write.

---a.