The calm and then the storm


On Friday, February 5th, we arrived at school knowing that a huge snowstorm was coming our way. The Federal government was on leave and DC Schools were closing at noon.

On that same Friday, as anticipation grew, and flakes of snow began to fall, Swatantar Mann, the assistant teacher in room 9 arranged for a friend, Ms. Clare,  to visit the Kindergarten classes.

guestClare came to share the stories within the movements of indian dance.

Despite the heightened mood all around, the children were transformed with scarves, mylesfabrics, and Swatantars jewels & beads juliacarolineand mesmerized by the calm and mystic stories of Ganesha, Shiva, Hanuman and more.

Hand positions,

moving fiercely without making a sound, and using the eyes to become a character were just some of the exercises.It was just so beautiful to watch the calm and concentrated effort that went into each movement.brigid1ellie



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And then it was noon.

It took over an hour to drive 7 miles home as the city evacuated. By evening the world around us was eerily quiet and postcard quaint with glittering snow everywhere. When Saturday morning arrived, we knew for sure that “Snowmageddon” arrived.snow

In complete agreement with the 100 languages:

angels were made in the middle of the street, angels

the environment was explored, mesnow

home made bread was baked and soup was made,bread and tea

my husband and I sang as we shoveled,lamar and we danced to entice our little dog to go outside. My daughter (who leaves for Brazil on Tuesday where it is 95 degrees) and I created a Snow Goddess sculpture.


In a few days, when I become fatigued and annoyed by trying to negotiate getting to and from work, parking spaces, and the grocery store, I hope I will look at the smiling Goddess on our front lawn and remember the smell of freshly baked brownies in the oven and the feeling of contentment as I wrote this post.