abounding love in visitation valley

Whoever said that in the hood you get no love, was telling a fictitious story. When I arrived today after four weeks of not going to work at the elementary school, many of the children gathered around my space boot and had one question to ask "what happened to your foot?" I explained that I had foot surgery, then came the second question "well, what was wrong with your foot?" I contemplated explaining what a bunion was, but instead said "I had a bone popping out in my foot and the doctor fixed it." Many "i missed you" and "welcome backs" and dozens of hugs later, I am currently sitting in my living room still smelling the fragrance of love I basked in this afternoon. In Visitation Valley amidst the arid shrubbery and steep mountains, voices of children rise as the night belly flops, our program is almost over and children must return to the auditorium for pick up. Colors and murals, and paintings of "Blue Dog" the book decorate the walls. Forgotten letters to parents that is swept by superwoman janitor. It is a reminder of exactly who inhabits this education hole from morning to night. Teachers and pupils co-creating, claiming what little or the much that belongs to them. Parents rush in to pick up their children, many running to them defying the rule of "no running in the halls." Who can blame those happy to be leaving with family. Others walk slowly to their caretakers reluctant to leave the quiet hug of yoga, or the soothing strokes of art. Little ones apprehensive to leave the sweetness of release as they kick the ball to the other side of the yard. Some defiantly kick it to the roofs to get pleasure from the ordeal. Mad Scientists watch their projects explode and can't wait to share what they've done. Some scared to face the consequences of "being bad in school." Disappointed parents when they see their baby's chin red, and rightfully irate mother when she sees her child's bruised little face, all attest to proof of living and growth. In this valley and in this school, lessons will be learned and forgotten, or remembered for a lifetime. Forming ideas, and organizing minds for multiplying the love had in the hood of Vizzzz Valley.