Eagle Lake

26 Jun

Crunch crunch
chomp chomp
Buzz buzz
Eagle Lake
One two
Three four
Five Six
Eagle Lake
Climb climb
Trip catch
Buzz buzz
Climb Climb
Five Six
Eagle Lake
Catch Swerve
Rest breathe
Climb tread
Seven Eight
Cross smile
Nod smile
Breath slide
Tread Lake
Crunch crunch
Chomp chomp
Buzz buzz
Stand see
Squat see
See see
See see
Eagle eagle
Lake lake!


Sweet Hero

23 Jun


Cogs On a Wheel

20 Jun DSCN0740


Saturday. Early Morning. Awake and ready—
to start vacation;
hit the road;
clean, organize, clear;
fix house matters;

Saturday. Early Morning. Awake and looking—
at the last 10 months;
at the future;
at the large empty room–a blank canvas suddenly erased of color, noise;
at my decision;
at all of you talking about the next year
your hopes and dreams for a new school year, a better one.

Saturday.  Early Morning. Awake and still—
with the silence that fills my split level home;
next to a partner asleep;
with the tall trees swaying outside;
my mind and me.

Saturday.  Early Morning. Awake.

Water Guide

5 Jun


confused in a puddle
I paddle slowly through
past the sharp sunsets
smooth sunrises
barely avoiding icebergs

yearning to stand on solid ground
I gaze at it
wanting it more than anything
envisioning my life there

as I reach the shore
A final glance
at the large space behind
ripples like a gigantic smiley face
grant me permission
to get off and walk again

It’s crystal clear still
especially now
meant to be, meant to be
the icebergs, the scrapes
the dents, the gallantry,
the escapades

Spread Love It’s the…

31 May Nashville


A gentle breeze carries wisps of hair away from my face.  Leaning into it, I inhale the nostalgia of smokehouse aromas.  All those winters when warm chilli filled me up.  That first taste of Barbecue.  That crispy hot wing that only Nashville serves.  Early Friday evening, along with young families and grandpas and grandmas, Neil and I sat down to eat our first dinner together in Nashville since 2009.  After discovering that our go-to southern spot had changed up its menu to offer smaller serving of all our favs, we ordered a few things to create a meat and three dinner between us.  Last time we ate here, we were newly engaged fantasizing about our soon-to-be New England life.

Six years later, here I was again fantasizing about my next year o’ freedom.  A year.  A full year.  The moment I think it, fears march in setting up camps.  Are you sure?  Will you find what your looking for?  Will you freakout and go back again?  Are you good enough?  Will you be able to depend on Neil financially?  Does this mean you are not strong enough to be a teacher?  Does it mean you aren’t a good teacher?  Does it mean that you won’t teach again?

Finding meaning: An obsession I can’t kick.

Six years ago, things were clear cut to me.  I had my go-to restaurants for Southern, Thai, Indian, pizza, Mexican, and even popsicles.  I knew I was going to teach for ten years before deciding my next step.  I would marry in 2011 and live in Boston, hopefully gaining that classic accent in the process.  I followed the curvy line on the map faithfully trusting the outcome would always be in my favor.  At the time, Nashville was comfort with its luscious green lawns and rolling hills.  A mix of nature and suburbia with a dash of city.  Houses that instantly made you dream of starting up your own cooking show just like Paula Deen and sipping sweet tea on the porch.  With road names like Old Hickory, and Elliston Place, and Church St, and Woodmont and Charlotte, who wouldn’t be transported into her own depiction of the great Southern novel.

Although a trip to Nashville is not one without a satiation of nostalgia, it’s hard to ignore the in-your-face gentrification, changes, whatever you want to classify it as that has happened and still happening in this city of mine.  It occurred before I even landed into BNA airport.  On the plane, I quickly discovered thanks to their trilling excitement that I was seated next to and in front of a bachelor and bachelorette party who’d chosen Nashville as their destination without having been there.

It used to be that Nashville was a tourist location not for the masses, but for those who loved country music.  The airport alone was so small when I landed here to live that I was unsure I’d survive in such a small city.  Never did I think that East Nashville would be over taken by so many hipsters that I wouldn’t fit-in in my thirties.  It may sound like I long for the old days, but the truth is, I am so excited about the newness of this city.  Farm-to-table has definitely arrived in Cashville.  Boutiques filled with local vendors trying to make a difference in this world are popping like popcorn on the streets of Germantown.  Food trucks are earning enough money to lease their own restaurants.  Thriving, swelling, multiplying into a mini New York would be an understatement.  New houses are being built in trendy walker friendly neighborhoods.  Bike lanes now trace even the roads of Belle Meade and Bellevue.  The same neighborhood where I jogged in the shoulder lane years before.

Change. Evolution.  Inevitable.  Why, then, do I sit in fears about the future?  Transformation always appears to have occurred over night, but it took six years for all these changes to come to Nashville.  It’s not done and I don’t know if it’ll ever be done.  When I glance towards the first year I spent in Nashville, my evolution is glaringly obvious.  Not only have I visibly aged gently, my beliefs and experience have meta-morphed into a better version of my self.  I am a confident teacher.  I am going gray.  I am a confident swimmer who gifted her Finding Nemo kick-board to her 10 year old cousin.  I own figure skates and can ride down hill on a bike now. Small feats; large impact.

So yes, I have 12 months in front of me.  Each month a blank slate.  Instead of swimming in fear, I could employ gratitude for it.  Not many people can say they have no plans and that’s okay.  Trusting the inevitable shift that comes slowly on some days and like lightning on others, I bow in front of the calendar at the beginning with me and me alone.


29 May IMG_3922

A glimpse inside–brief

laughter, frustration, praise

the bursting room smiles


19 May IMG_1677

I am.
I don’t.
need a great name
even though I already have one.
I don’t.
need you to plan my life
or tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.

I am.
intelligent and capable.
—A masters degree
not in camp counseling
not in chaperoning
English teacher am I.

A strong oak
standing powerfully firm—alone
I don’t.
need you telling me
where to walk
how to be
who to be
I am
I am not you.
I am me.


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