Words. Analysis. Curiosity.
Give form to the chaos
that is an artist's brain.
Grappling. Dancing. Conflicting
modalities of being.
Eliminator of Chaos? No.
More like, translator.
Words become ideas.
Ideas become strategy.
Strategy becomes operationalized
Officer of the program. Programmer of the
Resources. Resource the under-resourced.
Convene the invisible.
Give voice to those whose voices
Have always been there; voices
Who have been silenced, now, at last
Heard. From out of another's
Translate between worlds.
Heard. Expressed. Seen.
This was written in response to being asked to reflect on a conversation about arts education advocacy and to communicate that response in a creative way paired with this image of chaos theory to show the uncertainty of the COVID pandemic.
(Image: A light source is affixed to the end of a double pendulum in a long-exposure shot, showing the chaotic path of its motion. Cristian V./Wikimedia Commons/Creative Commons)
An ice cream kind of day.
The boys' "Discovery Center" has seen better days. There was much promise of bloop and dinosaur research, this morning, when it was built. By the looks of it (and the ten Mandarins they ate between them during my last meeting, it must be time for lunch and rest time...
M and K: Mommy, we built a Brachiosaurus.
First week of homeschool pre-K. 1) Mad's coockoo clocks 3) reading time - all about vehicles 4) counting 10s with beans.
"Do you remember the 21st day of September?" - Newport Birthday Weekend
Here's to the next 50!
The boys learned about COVID on YouTube Kids. They put their knowledge into practice on our late summer road trip to find family land down Chiloquin way, in the Sprague River valley. "Hello! You look like a cowboy." Kenton said to a stranger at the outdoor burger joint. He answered, with a smile, "I don't have any cows, but I have a horse." Kenton's response, "You need to put on your mask, so you don't spread the virus!"
Off to Eugene to wait out COVID in one house.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Soon to be wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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