May Sarton writes of happiness, in the quiet at home.
I am so happy when I dance that I smile with joy. I wonder about the Sufis spinning and if it is the same. The poetry has that joy and anyone who calls God/Dess the Beloved has my attention. One who was almost a friend would laugh with me at restaurants. Twice strangers thank us for having so much fun. say our laughter gives them joy. Thinking about happiness, I think of my son’s capacity for joy and wonder where he got it. Surprise: from me, I think. From me.
Let’s see, I am thinking of famous people, not just that I’ve seen (from a distance) but that I know or knew:
Frankie Manning, one of Whitey’s Lindyhoppers who danced lindyhop at the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem in the 1920s and 1930s. He came to teach at the Savoy Swings Again dance weekends in West Virginia in the 1980s. He came to Port Townsend, too, for the dance camps here. I got to dance with him years ago and took classes and watched demonstrations. Hooray for him!
Bernice Reagon Johnson PhD, both for being an historian at the Smithsonian and for being the leader of Sweet Honey in the Rock for 40 years, and it’s still going! Ok, I don’t know her, but she is from my Washington, DC stomping grounds and I love that group.
Darryl Davis, for being an African American man who made appointments with KKK Grand Dragons to talk to them to try to understand. And some have quit! And he’s a fabulous Baltimore blues man and he and his band played at our wedding in 1989. He ran the Centrum Blues Fest for years too.
The photograph in the Ragtag Daily Prompt guess yesterday is of a beach object. I was sure that it was a fossil, but a fossil WHAT? I picked it up about a year ago.
Last week a friend comes by and says, “Oh, I know. It’s a mammoth tooth.”
REALLY?! I am thrilled. And go search the internet.
Mammoths turn out to be Washington State’s state fossil. Mammoths are also the state fossil of a bunch of other states. Texas doesn’t have a state fossil, it has a state dinosaur.
This is a brazen water vessel that belonged to my grandparents. My maternal grandmother was born in Turkey, because her parents were Congregationalist missionaries to Turkey, my great grandfather running Anatolia College. They were escorted to the border in 1915, when my grandmother was 16 years old. Thrown out.
I have a picture of my mother, dressed in a Turkish outfit, with it on her shoulder. I wish I had more of the story!
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Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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