tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post5040881524225006305..comments2024-03-19T05:26:04.770-04:00Comments on A Year of Reading: Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations.13Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-79233194118319210322013-04-13T23:15:05.196-04:002013-04-13T23:15:05.196-04:00Kevin, Love the idea of the reader as archaeologis...Kevin, Love the idea of the reader as archaeologist tracing the fragile bones of words. A gorgeous metaphor.Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-22190141813109200902013-04-13T23:13:11.777-04:002013-04-13T23:13:11.777-04:00Mary Lee,
Think I like the second version better. ...Mary Lee,<br />Think I like the second version better. Something about the stories we construct being the mirrors of our heart. But I think they are both great. Your ability to be brilliant with only a few words never ceases to amaze me.<br />CAWCarolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-67380419701280690762013-04-13T22:59:40.895-04:002013-04-13T22:59:40.895-04:00Messed around with the ending. It still doesn'...Messed around with the ending. It still doesn't feel right.<br /><br />"Treasure Chest?"<br /><br />Some people say<br />books are treasures<br />but those people<br />rarely talk about<br />how some children<br />are filling<br />their treasure chests <br />with millions of words<br />stories read and reread<br />experiences real and vicarious<br />worlds known and unknown<br /><br />while other children<br />sit on concrete stoops<br />in hand-me-down clothes<br />and mismatched shoes<br />not knowing that<br />one tattered volume<br />does not<br />a treasure chest<br />make.<br /><br />(c) Carol Wilcox, 2013Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-88548393495754962832013-04-13T22:51:19.863-04:002013-04-13T22:51:19.863-04:00Linda, This certainly brings the meaning of litera...Linda, This certainly brings the meaning of literacy to a whole new level. Love the specifics of "piece of metal" and "toy to mend."Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-10439764420312779882013-04-13T22:28:16.092-04:002013-04-13T22:28:16.092-04:00This picture made me think about the kids I teach…...This picture made me think about the kids I teach…<br /><br />"Treasure Chest?"<br /><br />Some people say<br />books are treasures<br />but those people<br />rarely talk about<br />how some children<br />are filling <br />their treasure chests<br />with millions of words<br />stories read and reread<br />experiences real and vicarious<br />worlds known and unknown<br /><br />while other children<br />sit on concrete stoops<br />in hand-me-down clothes<br />and mismatched shoes<br />believing that<br />one tattered volume<br />might somehow <br />be considered<br />a treasure chest.<br /><br />(c) Carol Wilcox, 2013<br /><br />Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-56691127132232260502013-04-13T16:58:36.426-04:002013-04-13T16:58:36.426-04:00This is very very moving, Linda. Thank you for the...This is very very moving, Linda. Thank you for the picture prompt, Mary Lee.<br />When I was a poetry teacher in residence in a private school in California in 2010, I met Mama Lynn from Light in Africa. I was beyond moved by her, her story and her work. One of the administrators of Harbor Day School (near Laguna Beach) had been at the Light in Africa community near Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, so I knew it was all true and worthy. You might want to read about Mama Lynn's charity work. She is an amazing woman who has followed her strong faith to help feed, educate and care for the children and people in that region. I think of helping her as one child at a time. When you have so little, a book is gold and we don't sometimes appreciate all the riches we have. I will check back later. <br />http://www.lightinafrica.org/blog/skanny17https://www.blogger.com/profile/07488350213473016250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-87072990181157349702013-04-13T16:48:49.270-04:002013-04-13T16:48:49.270-04:00His fingers trace the fragile bones
of words;
an a...His fingers trace the fragile bones<br />of words;<br />an archeologist of meaning deepened<br />by pictures,<br />his mind now humming with the voice<br />of writers,<br />from some faraway place he may never visit<br />but once,<br />here in the stories unfolding inside<br />this book.<br /><br />-Kevin<br /><br />PS -- Lucky you, getting to hang with Donalyn.<br />Dogtraxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079631702744063837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-53750535469042225242013-04-13T08:31:47.946-04:002013-04-13T08:31:47.946-04:00A former student has started a school in Kenya for...A former student has started a school in Kenya for girls, and has told me that many of the youngest students' "work" was combing the trash dumps for anything to sell at market. Here is my response to your picture:<br /><br /><br />It’s market day.<br />I needed to find<br />a treasure to sell,<br />a piece of metal,<br />a toy to mend.<br />Instead I found<br />my own kind of gold,<br />and sat down<br />right then<br />to look.<br /><br />Looking forward to hearing about your day-sounds wonderful!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com