Hello you!
Life in the new zone continues busily fabulous. What else would I say?
The literature course I am teaching in a 6 week time frame is and has been rewarding in so many ways. But my eyes twitch when I get the "I didn't read the material" thing.
I wonder, as I evaluate my preconceived notions and certainly certainties, if we are as free as we think we are? Clearly, this is the best game going. I am in no hurry to pack a bag and click my heels towards Canada, Norway or even Australia. Here I am and here I love. Yet . . . there is the nagging discomfort: Bradley Manning as symbol. What am I to do with that?
And here in the Panhandle of my darling Florida, I see a vast destruction of space and a lack of "growth planning". Why is the "no 3 story buildings on beachfront" zoning being ignored or bought out by certain developers? Why is the population expanding but the resources (like libraries or basic public transportation) not? Why are there so many Baptist churches and fewer and fewer . . . birds and trees?
Call me crazy.
Everything is possible. Why are we reacting rather than acting?
And why do my thighs not look like they did when I was 30?
I think the last question answers the one that came before it.
Bring the love! I am happy and swimming in the Gulf's warm bathtub gorgeousness after prepping for a lecture on Emily Dickinson for class tomorrow. What more could a middle class princess want?
Kisses and thoughtful provocation -
Joyce - Your Joyce to those who are in the tribe :)
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