I didn't prep for my morning class, which was A-OK because we ended up having this really fascinating conversation about how C.S. Lewis seems to write sin. And I had a moment in which I felt truly brilliant, not because I was saying brilliant things, but because I kept ask questions until my students were able to say the brilliant things themselves. That's the kind of teacher I really want to be. So that was the high point of my day. And I love my students, every single one of them. I especially love the ones who sign up for multiple classes with me and get all excited about the things I do. I mean, there's just something satisfying realizing that someone else thinks that, I don't know, C.S. Lewis is uber-cool and, more importantly, has something to say to all of us.
Then, this evening, I'm having dinner with some friends A and R. And they are great. R is like the ideal-goddess-Zen mom or something. They have a 2 1/2 year old, then 11 month old twins. And every time I'm there, I'm amazed at how calm--tranquil, really--everything is. R is all into Iyengar yoga, so maybe that's the foundation for her peacefulness. I don't know. I don't have any super maternal urges or anything. But should I ever be a mother, I would be pleased to be even half what she is, you know? And she lets me come by any time, pours me a glass of wine, and we dish about the babies and books and all kinds of fun stuff. Friendship is a really wonderful thing.
And there's so much more I want to say--about feminism, about writing, about teaching, about books, about movies, about the killer chili I made last week, about embodiment (Dolce Carina has been writing about it, but it had been on my mind recently too), but there's never the time to say all that I want to. So I guess that I simply do the best that I can.
News Flash: I think that David Duchovny has finally been supplanted in my affections by my iPod. What a lovely thing life is!
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