I'll tell you a half-dozen things that happened to me in Indiana when I went that far west to teach. You tell me if it was worth it. I lived in the country with my dog— part of the bargain of coming. And there was a pond with fish from, I think, China. I felt them sometimes against my feet. Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges, to eat the grass. I'm not lying. And I saw coyotes, two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly unenclosed fields. And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car— and we both made it home safe. And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses, or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house, and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth, he, too, would have hooves trimmed for the Indiana winter, and apples did it, and a rope over the neck did it, so I won something wonderful; and there was, one morning, an owl flying, oh pale angel, into the hay loft o...
Use to give my children superman rides!
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to roll over on my back for my kiddos. Haven't done this since there were little -- ah, and I was younger. I think I could still do it...
ReplyDeletePerfect song for the video! Thanks.
I love this...
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Smiles!
SWEEEEEEET We all need to fly.
ReplyDeleteThere could be worse going on while you're at work.
ReplyDeleteMy husband used to lift Rachel up with her back against the ceiling. She'd paste her hands and feet up there like she was a fly. She couldn't speak, but she always made it known when she wanted to fly.
How wonderful to meet you, so unexpectedly, a writer and a poet with a nurturing heart and soul. I shall return.
ReplyDeleteThanks all--I so enjoy Ethan's videos and his music, and actually love the fact that while I'm schlepping at work someone else is literally dancing in the streets. If me...think I might get arrested:>)
ReplyDeleteMe and You? Are you calling me a rubbish bin?
ReplyDeleteThis is marvelous, with perfect song to match! When I was growing up we lived outside of Reno and there was a guy called "The Waver" who walked along HWY. 395 everyday waving at cars as they sped by. I hadn't thought of him for years.......
ReplyDeleteNice song.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is lovely.. absolutely lovely. You write like someone who feels and writes. Loved your blog, am starting to follow it.
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