Later this month I’ll write about the climate talks in Copenhagen; I hope that world leaders are brave enough to embrace significant 
change. This weekend, a cold and blustery one here in Portland, I’ve been dancing, writing haiku with Colleen, and continuing to help Mahamudi, a 13 year old from Somalia, learn to read. (Mahamudi is part of the family for whom Thor and I bought bicycles in the spring.) Nia, in the second haiku, is a dynamic, expressive style of dance that makes me feel fit and fully alive.
Mahamudi Reading
High cheekboned face frowns,
laboring, sighing. “It’s hard.”
“Sound it out,” I smile.
Nia
Soft, to firm, then bold
Our dance. Yes! We shout, then: No!
We ‘re the deciders.
photo courtesy of dharma
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