July 18, 2011
The sunrise on the mountains in the morning is so beautiful. Its beauty caught me by surprise each time. I would wake up between 5:30 and 6 each morning to take Maya on a half hour run. The cool, dry air, and the beautiful view made it something I looked forward to every day.
Asher started a creative writing camp, "Words with Wings", at the University of Montana today. He was on the same floor of the LA building that all my English classes were on. It brought back wonderful memories of meeting inspiring professors and hearing about new ideas as I walked the dimly lit hall, and escorted him into one of my old classrooms, where they still had the same old wooden desks. I was proud my little writer was sitting where so many great people had sat before.
They ended up going to the Native American building on campus, and studied Native American poetry styles and tried their hand at writing in that style. Here is a sample of his writing from this day:
I am the one who moves with the water.
I am the one who hears music, just by listening to the air.
I am an archer, who makes arrows soar through air.
I am the one who sees crows, as they perch on high branches.
I am the one who slips and drops a rock in a stream,
then bends down to find it,
but only sees my reflection, swirling in the living water.
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