I am clearly in no shape to write glowingly or positively about camping having come through a partial emergency root canal the afternoon we checked out from our campsite. The pain meds are certainly doing most of the talking, people. But let me say, toothache aside: I swear. Everything you will read below is a …
What the world needs now is truth-tellers. Shamelessly spreading the word- that the new normal is flawed, imperfect living done in the real world. Transparent style. What the world needs now is empathy. Compassion spreaders intent on understanding people and their complicated stories. Covering the world with a blanket of caring kindness. So that compassion …
I can feel the stress creeping up my back. Into my shoulders. Down my spine. Everywhere I turn, I hear what seem to be hundreds of little voices calling me. Calling me to ‘come!’ and ‘look!’ To intervene and facilitate. To watch and guide. Happy Voices. Tattling voices. Whining voices. Crying voices. Pleading voices. Voices. …
Blues turn to pinks and greys as we arrive home at dusk to four brave soldiers. The Fearless Foursome, courageously holding down the fort. Waiting the seasoned warriors’ return. Valiantly. And awaiting the report from the front lines. Ready to move into position upon the signal. Ready to pull things together to make the plan …
I was dreading it. One more obligation. One more thing to do. And although I believe the mantra ‘we can do hard things’, there are times when I just want an easy thing. One.easy.thing. Amidst all the hard things in life. All those things that pull me eight ways to Sunday. And as I sat …
Ten evidences that I have ‘parented’ in the last twenty-four hours… 10.) Although I picked both daughters up late for Birthday Party # 1 (let’s just say…I am use to seeing the cell phone out and panicked looks on my children’s faces) and then dropped one daughter off at the wrong entrance for Birthday Party …
We were born for this. This journey, this life adventure. This journey on which we travel in and out of days and weeks and months and years. In and out of seasons. We were born for this quest. Were born for the highs and lows, the twists and turns. The bends. The forks in the …
Teaching. Educating. Leading. Growing. Learning. Inspiring. I was born for this. Was born to this calling. Was born for such a time as this, for such a time as now. For such a time as five days a week, from 9-4. And then, for such a time as even more than boxed-in hours. For late …
Just do the next right thing. She walks the shoulder of the road, feet slapping pavement every once in a while. Light shining all around. Air fresh and clean with the on-again-off-again afternoon showers. And in the bushes, a rustling of some kind of small creature. A bird? A mouse? The fragrance of fresh-mown grass …
There are students at my school that sing to the teachers as we come in the school. This is what they sing: “Welcome to Blooooomfield!!!! Have a nice day! And I cannot help but think that these students have a really great way of looking at life…and a great perspective. And they remind me each …
Another day slips away. Time, relentless gritty granules in the proverbial sand timer. And here we all are. At different points in our journey. For which, each and every day when the evening closes into darkness, we take stock. Of where we are. From whence we’ve come. And where we are headed tomorrow. It is …
Today. I was reminded yet again. For what stands to be the thousandth time. (It is a lesson in progress.) That I do not know everyone’s story. Nor do I know all the reasons why or for what reason people do the things they do. And neither can I know all the minute and significant …