I am standing and clapping for Holly McNish. I love this talented poet. 

A kid lifted this image from here and made it new. I love it. I'm flattered. She improved the image which is awesome, and also what kids are supposed to do---improve on the previous generation's work. What's kind of spooky for me though, is how much the sentiment reflects exactly where I am right now.

The ballroom dance class was hugely and unexpectedly wonderful. The kids, all of them, were sincere, kind to each other, and focused. They were pleased to discover the structure of the arcane can be fun. They were, I think, a bit surprised to find themselves caring for their dance partners as dance partners. They didn't just learn six very old dances, they danced while laughing and talking with each other, while taking care that no one was unnecessarily embarrassed or lost in the dance. They learned steps can be restarted, that dance is essentially communication, fluid, and not about rigidity of form. And they did that through their own very genuine fears and insecurities. While remembering the unfamiliar steps, ways of holding their bodies, and formality. It was just super cool and tender and fun.

A waltz: Take it to the Limit

The Fourth, a girl, and her Dad.

 F-stop, a boy, and his Mom. Everyone celebrates in their own way. Happy Independence Day!!

ps. I finally learned how to set the f-stop on my digital. That only took 6 years! Thanks for helping, kid.

I strongly suggested both kids take this class. There was much dread and foot shuffling and concern. 

My son updated facebook today: Ballroom dancing = Even more fun the second time.