#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Trust Your Misery

Red Pine Bark

I don't notice the cold today in the woods because I am busy noticing tree bark on a broken red pine, fallen across my path, so bright and interesting, and frost dusting the tops of  buttonbush and berries at the edge of the river and a branch on the ground beside the brook delicately draped in frosted leaves.

Source: My diary for Frances, November 18, 2002, Age 5

The mystery of why she didn't like school has long been solved and remedied. The remedy is: trust your misery. Find the support you need to learn the way you need to learn.