Spring                                                                       Beltane Moon

Thursday evening we attended grandson Gabe’s first grade musical concert, Patterns of Music. The energy in the room had kids, who can smell summer around the corner, literally bouncing off the walls. Several girls did handstands against mats hung from the gymnasium’s walls while others hung, sometimes two at a time from a pull-up bar. There were, too, snaking lines of children running, following each other on circuits through the crowd.

(Gabe’s self portrait. Reminds me of Egon Schiele.)

Gabe came out in his plaid shirt, looked up, saw us and waved. Many children sought out their members of the audience and did the same.

The singing was heartfelt and surprisingly in unison, amazing for approximately sixty kids. Afterward the pre-concert exuberance reasserted itself.  (Below, Gabe holds up the beetle.)