“I think Merriam-Webster is wrong this time.” Thalia patted her geranium skirt.
“About?” asked Urania.
“It says that a frill is something decorative or useful and desirable but not essential. Beauty IS essential… and it’s everywhere if only we take note. Why even that marauding chipmunk at the bird feeder is beautiful — just look at its acrobatic prowess.”
Uranina set down her pansy and picked up the book about Summerhill School that Typist recently started reading. Calliope floated into the kitchen on a windflower blossom.
“I keep coming back to this thought.” Urania read the last sentence from the first paragraph on page 25. “The child of spirit can rebel against the hard boss, but the soft boss merely makes the child impotently soft and unsure of his real feelings.”
“And?” asked Calliope.
“Well the author — A.S. Neill — wrote about his school. He believed Summerhill School proved self-government works. We’re not very far along, yet the ideas we’ve read so far are inviting Typist to question and contemplate her experiences as a teacher’s assistant.”
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field.” Thalia slid the patio door open and stepped outside. “I’ll meet you there.”
Calliope finished Rumi’s quote. “When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
Words from Typist:
I’ve made an executive, hard-boss decision to stop whining about chemo’s side effects.
It is a beautiful June day in Wisconsin.
I’m off to find Thalia.