June 16, 2026
I’m teaching a music and drama program at a school this week.
My co-tutor told the kids to think of their birth date. Just the number of the month that their special day lands on.
I thought earnestly about the 5th.
She began hitting drum sticks together and explained that she would do 31 hits of her stick. The kids’ job was to clap when she reached their number.
Click, click, click, click CLAP- I clapped on the 5th beat to reflect my birth date.
The kids gazed up at her, counting internally until their special number came- then CLAP!
It was beautiful to have this orchestra of sporadic claps from these young souls. Claps that represented the moment they came into existence.
Like magic popcorn.
It struck me what a miracle life is and I was suddenly reminded again what an honour it is to have the privilege to connect with these young people and make some impact on their young lives.
Every second a new pop corn is popped, a new heart exists, a new life appears- ready to be respected, loved and honoured by us.