Pearl Street pedestrian mall
THE MIND BEING MOSTLY A WEATHER OF LANGUAGE
For any of my students out there, time to get cracking! This teacher is home from vacation and expects you all to be practicing, warming up for class next week! This guy is out there writing on a Friday night in Boulder, Colorado!
When he asked me what to write about, I said "writing." He admitted that he was a bit stumped. He really took his time on this one. Like a kid in an exam. My sister in law, Susie, and I waited around while he worked. His foot was shaking, he was biting his lip. His large hands hovered over the small key board of his hundred year old Corona typewriter. It even has a wooden space bar.
When done, he stood and performed his poem aloud to us with pride.
Take the time to read it, it is lovely.
So, folks, remember.... writing can happen anytime, anywhere. You just have to show up.
It is a wondrous world
when the music of your living
finds the whirl of words
traveling the page
to ring true.