I’m in my office looking out at a snow-covered landscape. We’ve had 25 cm in the last twelve hours or so and my view has been completely transformed. It’s beautiful out there.
Beautiful, too, because I have a bit of time to enjoy it. Schools are closed for the second day in a row and the kids are alternately glorying in it or annoying one another. That soundscape hasn’t changed, even as the landscape has!
After a morning of teaching prep for next week, I’m deep into article revisions. As per usual, many suggestions were useful and they have contributed to a much stronger and better-supported argument. Others, however, continue to baffle me and I’m not sure how I’ll approach them, or if, indeed, I can. Some of it may just come down to intellectual differences. And that’s fine, too.
If you’re out there, drinking tea and watching the snow, take a moment to read this piece in the upcoming issue of Brain, Child magazine: Marked. It’s a lyrical, thoughtful piece about bodies and memories and bodily memories and mourning and loss. Definitely worth your time.