Why my Soul Dances

An idle sip of green tea, poured from the ocean inside a hollow cat, is only the topper to a series of joys:

• Appalachian Spring by Aaron Copland evokes preminisces of Andrew Bird's genius, in the form of a ballet portraying a simple wedding celebration.
• The brand-new red (pink!) handlebar tape on Dan's bike looks super-schnazzy!
• My mind is swirling with mists of intertwining melody, begging to be fleshed into something concrete if only I can find the power.
• After my last class with the 4th-6th graders, and my final story and scribbles with the kindergartners, I am still enthralled with the idea of teaching, though perhaps not right away.
• Americorps is still a definite maybe. I'll find out how the interview went in 3 weeks.

But the greatest of all joys is in this: I know—with my entire being—that I have people who truly care about me, who I am deeply connected to. I am uncertain about the future, but I can be absolutely sure that I have beautiful souls to share it with. It will be all right.