Interlude

No shortage of topics here, as I put yesterday’s post on Facebook and am so moved by the 30 or so responses I got, exactly the kind of dialogue the subject deserves and worthy of sharing. I’m also trying to follow some of the issues brought up by re-reading Robert Bly’s The Sibling Society, particularly his question about what it means to be an adult. It’s also time for my annual re-posting of one of my favorite articles I’ve written, Wrong Words Day, which touches on all of the above.

 

But I’m about to cross the bridge to teach some guest classes at a school housed on the Mills College Campus, the place where the miracles of our annual Orff Summer Course lived for twelve years between 1994 and 2006. I imagine that will be its own entry. But no time now, so instead this little interlude inspired by my Facebook memory from nine years ago. Sometimes clichés are true and this picture is indeed worth more than a thousand words. It says everything I want to say about adults, kids and the sweet moments when both are blessed with everything we all need and deserve, at any age.