keenly, heartily, quietly

Intense days, still getting used to the new schedule; the new kids, the rough kids, the kids I've opened up like flowers now blooming in the spring. Crazy, yeah, but good. And just when my head's awash with oddities and inexplicables, all those things too much to even try to express, and I founder along in my japanese with some of my new found friends; they laugh sometimes, like the roomful of Jr. High Girls I had giggling from my dead panned puns after school today.

And then I come home, and check my computer, and I see a message like this:

いつもシンプルで深い言葉だなぁ〜と、
しみじみしたり関心したり…

なぜか心に響きますねっ
素直さがつたわります。

I don't know. Somehow, I'm finally coming through. It's fascinating that it keeps happening this way in nearly every langauge - "you're so good at putting so much depth in so simple words. Keenly, heartily, quietly, yet with feeling and depth. Why a soul can ring this true; suppleness and flexibility spread forth from it."

dang. It caught me entirely off gaurd, but after punching on the dictionary a few times and puzzling out the kanji, it did make me smile.

...along with forgetting all the other clever ideas that came to me to post while on the long bike ride home tonight. :) Yeah, I do want to write. Just, sit and write stuff. But I always manage to 疲れる myself in the rest of my life and so never have the energy and the time. One of these days I will figure out how. I can't shake the feeling, a lot, lately, that my coming here has been teaching me a lot of things about what I see - one of those important sets of things some have to go through before the sluices finally unjam and all the words just tumble out... to be sifted through and organized later with much labor, of course. I've heard it said you can only write what you know. Well, my fantasy characters find themselves in foreign lands. They walk for days and days and sometimes don't know why. From one language to another, they have to get to know people - and judge right and wrong - despite what they can't say, what isn't familiar, or how little they honestly fit in. There were ninjas in Osmolosk. There are Sayan in the Dales. Mandan Plainsrunners and Viking Warriors and old germanic annoying and reclusive -yet extremely clever- gnomes. Anyway.

Tomorrow... one more time. After that, I follow some of my high school kids to a Carp game. If my luck holds - they'll win again. They always win when I show up. It's a pity I go so rarely.