Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Radio silence

Well, it has been a sad week, hasn't it? My heart is breaking for the families of the victims of the Parkland shooting.

And yet.

And yet I took my class to the City of Lubbock Cemetery today. The weather was warm and breezy, with clear skies. I sent them off in small groups to find birds, and they did--including a small flock of Red Crossbills! Then I read them a passage from Leopold's A Sand County Almanac that my friend Jill sent me earlier in the day. Jill and I used to bird in that very same cemetery back when she still lived here, and the Leopold passage she sent was about a small patch of prairie left in a cemetery. So in many ways, a beautiful synchronicity occurred.

The students listened closely to the reading at the end of class, some of them with their heads bowed so they could better concentrate. Then I asked them what they wanted to do for the weekly prompt, and one of them suggested that they write a reflection about what Leopold had said about the loss of that little patch of prairie.

My students are the moons that shine over me. I would die for them. Let us hope it never comes to that.

I have given up Facebook. Deleted my Twitter account (not that I ever used it). I crave silence right now. I crave a respite from the social media cacophony that makes me angry and sad all the time, the digital strife that amplifies the heartache in the world, but changes nothing. So this is it: this blog and Instagram. Plus, in a blast from a slower past, I am writing letters again. You know, with papers and stamps and leaky fountain pens and everything. My heart already feels more quiet since turning my back on it all.

1 comment:

  1. I shall miss you on FB, a rare voice of sanity in a mad world.