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Last Day In Kindergarten

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It’s the last day in Kindergarten.

“Yes, you can build with Legos. Let’s drag the table over so you’re closer to the rest of us.”

“Who wants to play Taco-Cat-Goat-Cheese-Pizza? What? Yes, we can sit on the carpet and play.” (Translated that reads “Yes, you can sit as close to me and one another as possible!”)

“Sure, you can make things with the pipe-cleaners! Yup, I can get your braid started.”

“You want to blow bubbles? Me, too! Let’s make sure everyone else wants to blow bubbles.”

Bubbles always hold a sense of magic and joy for me. I love to dip the wand into the clear soapy solution, and with a gentle exhale create beautifully perfect spheres that bob along, and appear to glow with color in the sun.

Amidst giggles of glee, and groans of popped bubbles, I noticed there were reflections in the bubbles. “Oh, look at that! I want to take a picture.” The Kindergartners laughed as I encouraged them to try to blow big bubbles so I could get a photograph. They blew, and we chased the bubbles together, hoping to photograph one — in focus — at just the right moment.

“Did you get it?”
“I think so. Let’s look.”

They crowded around me. Awe and joy washed over us as we saw this image on my phone.

It made me think.

Magic and miracles are always present. Always present, but sometimes unnoticed. I want to notice them.

Magic and miracles are always present. Always present, but sometimes, unfollowed. I need to be willing to follow where they lead.

Magic and miracles are always present. Always present, waiting to be shared with others.

This reflection leads me back to where I started — with my Kindergartners on our last day of school. Much like the bubbles, they are extraordinary, beautiful, waiting to be noticed, worth following, awe-inspiring, and joy-inducing.

You Don’t Need Much

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Boy I was tired today! Really tired. Thankfully, Not too tired to put some color on my journal images.

In a spare moment, mid yawn, before I washed some dishes, I pulled out a kitchen chair. I sat on the edge, and nestled my toes against the heater by the flour. I pushed aside a myriad of things on the island, and plopped my journal on top of a folder of recipes. I put my reheated tea on top of some notes and cards, next to a bag of heirloom flour. My pens filled the empty spaces between my journal and whatever was just outside the shot of this image.

At first, when I decided to share the adding of color, I thought “Yikes, I’ve got to clean up some of this mess.” But, while I wasn’t too tired to want to be creative, I was too tired to clean up so I could take a prettier picture. This is life. This is where I found a moment, a spot, and the inspiration to create. It really doesn’t take much. We don’t need a big studio, or even a large space. Just a space that can hold our work, and give us comfort.

As I write about what was surrounding me, I’m struck that what looks like mess surrounding me is really life and goodness, beauty and love. The notes are from people who love me. The tea is deliciously healthy green tea from Japan that my brother bought me. The bag of flour becomes many wonderful food items. The recipe folder has a plethora of ideas — some tried and loved, some waiting to be tried. As I look beyond the image in my minds eye, I see more mess. But, each messy, out of place, thing surrounding me, squeezing into my space — is tied to a blessing of some sort.

So, if I’m any example, and I think I am, you don’t need much. Carve out the space and the time. Push aside some of the mess. Perhaps as you touch it to make room for yourself and your work, you’ll discover your abundance.

Here’s to a 2024 of making space, taking time, creating, and living in the abundance of our lives.