The only thing missing is the pictures.
But here's the thing: I can't be present and take pictures at the same time. I know that other people can - in fact, the camera helps them to focus even more.
But not me.
(My hands shake.)
The only thing missing is the pictures - I can't PROVE to you how wonderful, how inspiring, how empowering the end-of-the-year stuff with students can be.
Thursday night: Writopia Lab workshop and Open Mic at the Mt. Kisco Library. These kids show me every day what it means to take risks, and how important writing is. They shone so bright and proved what community can do. I was so proud!
But, I didn't take any pictures, I was watching and listening too intently. Bearing witness.
Then straight to see my fabulous intern's senior presentation at her high school. She is off to college y'all. Done. (No pictures.)
Friday: my daughter Scarlett's dance "recital" with Dance Naiad. Now I know that you know that I love kids and I love their recitals no matter what, but this one blew me away - it was so professional. I had no idea. The older dancers - the teens - were not just excellent in their technique, they were true artists. They embodied the dance with passion and intensity that seemed beyond their years. They took my breath away.
But guess what? No pictures.
And no pictures this afternoon when I hosted another Writopia Lab Open Mic at a completely packed, standing room only Voracious Reader in Larchmont. Man.
Missing pictures. (Is that a metaphor for something else?)
Life is awesomely beautiful and full of meaning.
The only thing missing is the (darn) pictures!