Every year when I take students to LA I push myself in different ways. This year it's been physical, mental, musical, and it feels so good to stretch my arms and my mind.
Learning out loud. Learning in the wild. Learning with one another. I love it. a. lot.
Today started with a waterfall and ended with a rainbow. We're at a school doing jazz workshops all day tomorrow. bliss
#thisday #smallstories
I see the last word
that you write--
bliss
It is unadorned
with punctuation
and has no Capital.
That's because
bliss
stands alone,
naked
and
un-needy
a new fledged star.
#smallpoems #smallstories response
I read the first word
you wrote: bliss,
and wondered
about this - whether
we need another
to find it in the noise
of the world, a phantom
star in a distant
constellation
#smallpoems response response
@dogtrax I think the etymology of the word 'touchstone' might bear a little on your wondering here. Bliss needeth a touchstone.
touchstone
[f. touch- 1 + stone: cf. OF. touchepierre, F. pierre de touche, Sp. piedra de toque.]
1.1 A very smooth, fine-grained, black or dark-coloured variety of quartz or jasper (also called basanite), used for testing the quality of gold and silver alloys by the colour of the streak produced by rubbing them upon it; a piece of such stone used for this purpose.