The Conversation

Ah, once again, the sheep are by firelight and involved in The Conversation. It's their fourth, or fifth year to gather on a silver-plated platter. ;)

If you have visited my home over the last month, you are probably aware of the sheep. Because at
some point, I usually direct my guests to the platter. No doubt there are a few (discreetly) raised eyebrows when I start talking about The Conversation. And maybe some sideways glances. But okay, okay, we all know what I do for a living.

Right?

My sheep have been around the barn a time or two or three. Paper mâché, felted, S&P shakers, porcelain, crowned, ceramic, woolen. It's all about diversity. And there is always an impostor—a wannabe sheep—a poser. Did you find him? He's cute.

Anyhoo, the conversation continues for however long it takes to sort through the year. Sometimes, it's a long-winded convo. Lots to discuss. I suspect this year it will be especially winded, contemplative, pensive.

So, how'd we do, sheep? With our 365? Were our days kind enough, sterling enough, thoughtful enough? Did we offer our best, our brightest light? Did we rise to the (humane) occasion?

Sheep, did we solve anything?

It's quiet.

So. That's the thing with the sheep on the silver platter . . . and The Conversation.

Happy New Year, my friends.

Meeting Patricia Polacco.

I had the good fortune of making a wish on Patricia Polacco's meteorite a few years ago. And I betcha my face looked a lot like this little girl's. Adults have BIG wishes too!

I felt different after making that wish on that smooth chunk of iron. Determined. Sure. Resilient.

Later that day, I was asked by the school's staff if I wouldn't mind driving Ms Patricia Polacco to the airport. Ummm. Yeah.

Instead of the airport though, she asked me to drop her off at Denver Jewish where her daughter worked at the time. Our conversation idled on the most important things in our lives... our families and storytelling.

I didn't ask to touch the meteorite again, instead I looked her in the eyes, grabbed her hand and shook it. And that's when I made... another wish.