Feb 26

3 weeks with this stupid asthma.  Inhaler.  Tessalon Perles. Ayr. Just now,  it's beginning to subside. :)

Love this desert! But, seasonally, it sucks.

In the spring all the palm trees are blooming; blooming fruit trees which smell like imagined breath lifting to euphoria!; the sharp, clear scent of fresh cut grass, seeded, looking like plush velvet carpets; hummingbirds' choreography against the mountains' sunsets, tipping to nurse on eager petunias or geraniums; snow crested San Jancinto Mountain tops; spectacular Quincey morning walks welcomed by dusty rose, pale purple mountain ranges; popsicle sky blue skies; sweet, soft, steady breezes; quiet; calm; open.  Home.

The work propels.  Being with the children always makes a difference... for them, for me. Even though there are beginning reservations about the management and demands of the 'work', passion takes the front seat and the heart still beats.

ALL the students present love and appreciation.  Some are more profound than others and the rigors of 'management' melt away.

Simple. Complex. Full. Lonely.

Itty bitty steps.

Yesterday's 'office' at Coral Mountain Elementary School in Cochella, CA during a freaky break while all students were in class and I had a break.  I am teaching to Backhaus Dance "Incandescent":

Tomorrow is a BIG storm with temps dropping 25 degrees.  ouch!  I can only say, finally, a GOOD choice to move to SoCal from NYC and beat that bitchin' cold!

Grateful.

Just hope these potted pretties survive!

xxxxxxoooooo