I finished several books including a young adult novel entitled “The Leanin’ Dog” and some marvelous poetry by a poet I’d never heard of named Mislawa Szymborska. A friend suggested I read her. She is a Polish Nobel laureate who writes as if she where sitting in front of you telling you a story or having a conversation.
The book, “Monologue of a Dog”, is in Polish and English. I wish I could read Polish. I’m always afraid I’ll miss something not being able to read a work in it’s original language.
I took some students to the zoo and we watched the Lowland Gorillas. They are beautiful and I wanted to reach in and rub my hands in a silverback’s dense fur. The girls sat sketching them for 45 minutes. Later one said to me “..I drew for so long I didn’t even realize I was cold..”.
Did I say I love my work?