This entrance is kid sized. Adults have to stoop to go through. (At Kidspace.)
A green leafy hiding place at Kidspace.
The stuck cars in the Kidspace amphitheater are fascinating.
Sometimes, sometimes I think forgiveness — or release from being consumed by something that went wrong — is nothing but zooming out. Finally letting in more details. More of the map. More history. More feelings. More missed connections. A bigger swatch of the story, so that the scales don’t feel tilted in one way or another quite so much anymore. So that “Why???” is finally answered. And it isn’t that one or the other of us is just bad.
Maybe forgiveness isn’t even the right word for what happens then. Maybe it’s understanding.
If I were putting compiling a poetry anthology, these are some of the poems that would be in it:
The City Limits by A. R. Ammons
Starfish by Eleanor Lerman
The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver
Routine Disruption by Kenward Elmslie
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
The Faces at Braga by David Whyte
Lost by David Whyte
Self Portrait by David Whyte
Love After Love by Derek Walcott
The Wild Geese by Wendell Berry
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
“I will speak to you in stone-language…” from “Duration” by Octavio Paz
Poem by Langston Hughes
Kidspace has several places for kids to splash in the water.
Kelp forest at the California Science Center.