#whereisluca

[fatcatkittycat]

Once, I ate a fish 🐠 this 🙌🏼 big! 😂 #whereisluca #dayatthemuseum (at Carnegie Museum of Natural History) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpbh8bOuXyA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

Didn’t think our Saturday could have gotten any better but it did! Such a joyful surprise to run into these two (stopping traffic in the process- sorry!) during our walk back from our park and quickly catching up before they headed to study, um, calculus or was it statistics? #whereisluca #lovemystudents #saturdayshenanigans (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIaTADuq_S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

Luca got his next taekwondo belt and a couple of medals. I got to take my camera out and I felt like me me. And Papi got a bagel with everything on and in it! We all won this Saturday. #yum #whereisluca . #i❤️weekends (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGZAfmu8px/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

Rainbows, snow, hail, rain, sleet, sun then 70 degree weather. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Hi February, confused much? Waiting for meatballs to fall from the sky. #withachanceofpizza #whereisluca (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co3wwlhuTJE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

Me and my arctic fox. #saturdayshenanigans #whitehairdontcare✌️ #whereisluca (at Seven Springs) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co0xjN2uM2s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate) — Mary Oliver Swan: Poems and Prose Poems . So many favorite things crossed our path today- climbing, bumping into some very special young people I shared a classroom or a conference with, Moscow mules, kale salad, a walk in the city with my peeps. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this joy just as the experience took place. . I have been feeling like a dislocated shoulder since September and today it’s as if someone popped me back into my socket. Thank you, life and all the forces. I continue to listen to my breath and remember what my nervous system calmly communicated to me today. #gentle #whereisluca #climbing (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnsujzcOzEt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

Lines for Winter BY MARK STRAND for Ros Krauss . Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going. And you will be able for once to lie down under the small fire of winter stars. And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are. . #whereisluca #winter #snow #love #gentle https://www.instagram.com/p/Cna2MFuu91a/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatcatkittycat]

Little boy blue skies. #whereisluca (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClwiBf3OkTb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=