100

This is my 100th post. It's a bit like watching the odometer spin. I suppose it does represent some distance covered. It's been helpful to my soul to take the time every (or most every) day to consider something true and beautiful. Though I'm still pretty shy about it and not many folk know about it, it's also turned into a lovely way to connect with some beautiful people. So, today, I'm thankful for my blog.

I do need to add, however, that I also took great pleasure in my time with the Grade 6/7 class today. I felt like Santa, showing them the fruit of all their labours in the form of the collaborative posters for their Living Inquiry (see "sweet" entry, 25 April, for background). One after the other, their eyes lit up, their mouths opened in smiles of awe, and then the flood. My favourite comment came from a little guy who hasn't hit his growth spurt yet, but wants to be cool, like any kid his age. He just stammered, "It's, it's, it's it's...." and then, in the sweetest soprano voice, "It's beautiful," with a look of pure satisfaction. It was sweet, sweet, sweet.

And, having hinted yesterday at the pleasure of anticipation of another date with Mr. Spark, I will report that we had a lovely time. It was splendid, in fact. It's getting harder to not take it too seriously.