Across the street there is hustle and bustle, A constant buzz of thrill— beats pumping, bodies moving Continuous action. Across from that is a still life sketch, Staged to perfection Colors and objects in Exact locales—even the wind can’t shift them. Then there’s me. Swerving back and forth pedaling to balance side to side Down … More Speed Matters
Move, move, move! I know sounds like common sense and even dumb as teachers spend most of their day on their feet, but usually we end up standing or moving in the same ways over and over again. Thus tensing the same muscles, never releasing them fully. So, when you have thirty seconds in between … More 10 Ways to Keep Your Marbles as an English Teacher.
As my year off, sabbatical, leave of absence, whatever you want to call it comes to an end, it’s hard not to look back and search for meaning. When I embarked on these past twelve months, I was so sure I would be standing in a glowing white light of understanding and newness. Some of … More Twelve New Standards
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I sit here free with my mind, the trees, and a mosquito. I am love. I am earth. I am peace. Still I wonder. I wonder about the future. Tomorrow, Sunday night, Tuesday morning, March, April, May, September. I want to feel this– this serenity, fulfilled, and loved in every moment. I want to capture … More Live Streaming
Quarter 2 dream girl calm, productive, happier she begs, last please last… balance comes to her after the stormy haze, when it begs, slow down now! work, sleep, dance, swim, be one is not more important than the other is. be yourself, own it this is the path to the true balanced, happy, fulfilled life. … More Quarter 2 Dream2write:
Saturday, October 27th, I stood on the sweet serene sand wondering which direction the storm had gone. I shut my eyes, inhaled and listened to the perfect whoosh of each wave meet the shore. It is the one place on earth where I am completely content. It was two weeks before the end of 1st … More No Woman, No Guilt