drool pools

I get it that people in demand can name their price. 

But my initial response to hearing that it’s considered cool to bring in the drool was well, a dry heave. 

Are there really people who are up front about wanting to be courted with drool?  If so, is this really as nasty as the taste I had in my mouth when I heard the “drool factor” was a discussion point in a public forum about choosing where to volunteer?

I don’t know, but it just doesn’t feel right that people seeking donations of other people’s time, talents and compassion should have to drool to get it.

On the other hand, if that’s what it takes to make the world a better place, open up and let the spit drip.

flouncy nightshirt

I saw his bare legs first. 

Shorts on an icy November morning? 

Then there was the flounce.   Two or three inches of hem bobbing away under a conservatively cut biege overcoat.  Expensive patterned scarf wrapped around his neck.  Dog tugging him down the sidewalk just ahead of me on my route to the coffee shop.  Sashayed right up to the counter, placed an order and while he stood there waiting I took in the slits on both sides of the tattered material.

A nightshirt!

Apparently this article of clothing did not die with Pa Ingalls and can be easily acquired in seersucker, herringbone, broad cloth, madras, and cotton in addition to the obvious flannel.  Goes from the bedroom to the coffee shop with style and guts. 

The new kilt!

sniffing like a bunny

My 12-year-old niece wrote:  “the sound of a baby sniffing like a bunny in a garden full of its favorite vegetables.” 

Her English teacher crossed it out and “babies crying, people laughing and music playing overhead” was what was read to me as a guest in her classroom on “Grand People Day.”

After the formal reading she told me how much she loved her original metaphor and peeled back a page to show me her handwritten first draft where the baby was sniffing like a bunny and popcorn smelled like it wanted to fly. 

She beamed right past the teacher’s red pen on the page.  I want to be more like her!

practice stage

t*da studio started many years ago with my dream to create a non-traditional dance studio where kids could experiment with music, moves and live performance …  a non-competitive creative environment that encourages everyone to take risks, show up in the work and say a little bit more about who they are and how they feel.   Today I create collections of greeting cards from the same place in my heart.   It’s about letting words and images arrange themselves in relationship to what I am thinking and feeling and then capturing them in time with an occasional click.  These postings are my practice stage and my intent is to keep learning through movement.   If you’re curious about where this is going, stay with me!