i love kodaly.  am exhausted from so much life giving and nourishing instruction, singing, laughing till my tummy hurts with colleagues.  talked to grandma tonight about my research for folk song class....   she was laughing and remembering old songs and she and my mom and i sang together over the phone.  she said...  i don't know where i learned that song, i guess i've just known if forever.  i think of all the years she's lived, and what richness there is in her voice.  she is my grandma, and though she did not sing much to me, in the trio of daughters and mothers, we all know the same songs.  i'm aware that though i have learned countless new melodies as a music teacher, the ones i will sing to my children are those that my grandmothers' mother sang to her.  and somehow i know more firmly that i have deep and strong roots.

we dance in longwise sets today in feierabend's class, the "boston tea party".  they say you cannot live your childhood twice, but the energy of children in all of us was tangible, and many stopped in the hallway to clap and dance with us.