Speaking of jejune, I totally forgot the truest jejuney thing ever! I couldn't stop picking at the imperfection. Turns out it wasn't a birthmark, nor was it even a pimple. Nay, it flaked off rather easily reminding me of the importance of exfoliating. The routine sloughing off of dead cells is an important part of the revitalization process.
Shrugging off or heading off this invented drama helps me appreciate the hilarity of the kids who allow me to be a member of their learning community. It ain't always easy and they frequently frustrate the bejesus out of me, but rare is the interaction that leaves me void of synaptic stimulation. Yesterday four kids and I planted tomatoes. Badly, I might add. The kids made a connection between the tomato plant and the mesquite tree. Both flower then fruit/seed. The seeds die, are eaten, or are harvested to grow another plant. They are studying cycles, so when they recognize a cycle - fireworks.
That is all well and good, but expected. The students accompany me into the garden or the bird sanctuary expressly to learn something. The fantastic part is their language. At one point a kid asked, "Can I put the worm poop in my hole?" "Not yet," I said. "Okay. Is it time to tickle my bottom?" Right? Because everyone knows that you loosen entangled roots before planting and save the compost to sprinkle on top.
My friend, the Caddo Artist, has a nascent blog focusing mostly on how she's trying to quit smoking. You can do it! Today she offered up her experience volunteering for her youngest's field trip to the zoo while jonesing. In part, she writes, "Isiah ate a rollypolly. He threw up in a trash can, and it gagged the other boys."