sandra brownlee gifted us
with world enough and time
enough being there
and enough safety to laugh
to be quiet
to think and work
in ways new and in safe emotional space
i can't remember one guarded or sarcastic word.
so we had individual time with sandra
and in this sacred space
another student, lynda shalagan, painted our exchange.
under nancy's apple tree.
our lines, a poem
sandra shared a book by hedi kyle
dear therese inside a big paper
all of us in the barn
for the one who couldn't come
and here, here is a book
made by my student lynn keffer
(apologies to those who i didn't have time to ask permission of:
we're in a bit of a crisis here)