I have made a commitment to three things: finding time for Blue Space (beach, sky), Green Space (earth, woods), and the responses I have to poets & writers. I seek to discover the art of being.
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Tiny Folded Maps Revisited
Saturday, April 27, 2024
“Without legs, we fly”
Earlier this week I posted a quote from a Rumi poem which is the title of this blog. I revisited these words this morning as I came to terms with where I am with my students.
Truth be told, it’s been a rough year in a lot of ways. For a while after Jim’s diagnosis, I was pretty numb and just getting through. But as things have become more “normal” with the situation, I turned my attention back to issues at work.
I’m not going to recount everything here, but I came to terms today with some of my own rigidity. Rumi’s quote applies because as I am grounding down, I am missing ways we can fly.
This doesn’t apply to all classes, but a couple in particular. My actions are not helping, even though I thought they would.
Today I realized that something that had been working for me was cast aside: finding joy. I was keeping a journal for that purpose, which I’ve now ignored for weeks. And isn’t like the journal isn’t within reach, like it hasn’t been calling out to me, because it has.
It’s time for that to change.
Here is some joy from this week:
Many students did fantastic presentations, defying my expectations.
As we start the Titanic project, some students are pouring themselves into it with excitement.
A couple of creative writers surprised me with funny and brilliant stories.
I chose the Titanic project so I could enjoy this part of the school year before we conclude with One Book, One School. This is supposed to be the best time, and I have been on my way to ruining it with an inflexible attitude.
Today I say ENOUGH.
You would think after 20 years of teaching this would get easier. But I find every year brings a slightly different cohort of students and I am always flying blind, trying to find the way. With the five weeks left, I just need to let go of whatever preconceptions I still have that I can save the situation. I need to let it be what it is, and love the kids for who they are…flawed and restless, like me.
It’s time to fly into a satisfying conclusion—the one I can create with a joyful spirit.
I have faith it is within reach. And I will write about it here.
P.S. This song seems appropriate in so many ways!
Sunday, March 10, 2024
Poking Things With Sticks
Notes on a Sunday
Yesterday I fell in the Target parking lot, cutting and bruising my knees and my foot.
Sadly, I know when I hurt myself, it is usually with a reason. In this case, I was mulling over the fact that Jim was at home trying to fix the garbage disposal, and I needed to get home to finish cleaning up for company that was coming from out of town.
In essence, of course, it was much more than that.
All week, I had prided myself on speaking my truth and staying balanced and getting done what needed to be done. It wasn’t all perfect, but I honestly thought I was doing pretty well. In reality, my mind was poking around, creating scary scenarios, and keeping real joy at bay. I didn’t realize it, of course.
This morning I cried…a lot. I admitted I’m scared. I read a lot of inspirational things and listened to songs with messages I need. Here is the list:
“Poking Things With Stick” and “You Found that Thing You Lost” by David Kirby
Medicine Cards: The Discovery of Power Through the Ways of the Animals — in this case, Contrary Possum (that really hit home!)
“Bubbles Up” — Jimmy Buffett
“His Strength is Perfect” — CeCe Winans
“What Good Am I” —Bob Dylan
“Mull of Kintyre” — Paul McCartney and Wings
“Miracle” — Whitney Houston
Still, I stewed a bit. What do I write this day? Do I really want to detail all my grief and agony? Is it necessary?
Then across my Facebook feed came this from my friend Melody Wright:
I laughed out loud. If this didn’t say it all!
I had concluded that I had allowed myself to lose some faith and trust. I had failed to look for joy — and part of me knew it. I had allowed the stress of company coming to unhinge me in some ways, because frankly, I am a terrible housekeeper and I was pushing myself to do what I should have done ages ago.
And to what end? Scott’s flight was canceled and now the trip has been canceled, so it was all for nought.
When will I realize I just need to stay in the moment? When will I notice I’m not before I lose it? Fall in a parking lot? Have a meltdown?
When will I stop being a dumbass? 😂😂😂
Sunday, January 7, 2024
What will you do? What will you say?
Today I read a poem by David Whyte called “Horse in Landscape: Franz Marc.” I looked up the painting so I could understand the poem better.
He describes much of what you see here, and then he writes:
What will you do
and what will you say
in the times
when you are left alone
to meet, like this,
the quiet fury of the world.
I thought he was referring to the landscape. Then I realized, no, he meant the horse — the horse represented the “quiet fury.”
I am not sure about the quiet fury of the world, but I know my quiet fury. I faced it again yesterday when discussing Jim’s health. The frustration and loss sometimes overwhelms me and yes, I am angry. I feel that tightening in my chest and what I say is…
There is a plan — I just don’t know it yet.
And what do I do?
TRUST.
I have lived long enough to know these are the only worthy responses. I know acceptance is everything. Surrendering to what IS and not what I think it should be is essential.
And make no mistake—-this very much feels like I’m alone. It is my choices in life brought me here. And God did not bring me this far to see me fall.
So, I face the fury of my own future as I stand in a colorful landscape of love and awareness and nature. I allow myself…
To be lifted
To have the sun in my heart
To find joy
Over and over and over again, this is my response.
This is what I do. This is what I say.
Saturday, November 13, 2021
Be the Joy (7 Lines/ 7 Days #78)
#108Weeks
November 7-13, 2021
There is a way, and it's called Surrender to God.
I spent most of the week with little energy.
This quote from a young adult novel* I was reading stopped me in my tracks: What if the whole world is actually powered by secret rage?
My spiritual landscape has been made anew.
I have faith I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
I read an essay** by an elementary educator in Alaska and she came to the same conclusion I have come to: We must be the joy we want to see in the world. No one is coming to save us.
Saturday I woke with a return of my energy. I am grateful.
* Of a Feather by Dayna Lorentz
**Anyone who knows or cares about teachers should read this blog post: https://jenabenton.com/2021/10/21/its-time-to-talk-about-whats-going-on-in-school/
Friday, July 30, 2021
1. Gift to Myself: Introducing #66Challenge
#66Challenge
It feels like a long dry spell since I was motivated to write much beyond short little poems (a daily practice) or 7 lines/7 days poems, which are basically just drawing on things already written.
Frustration has set in. I began to wonder what happened to the writer I had been. I kept thinking I needed a project: the problem was finding one that I could feel committed to.
I have plenty of drafted projects sitting around here I can fix up. Somehow I don't have the energy for that. I tried doing some little structural things, but soon became bored. The writing had no concreteness about it, and just seemed preachy and shallow. In addition, I felt this "thing" that no one cared about what I had to say anyway. Who is listening? I had no answer.
This caused me to put the question out: What kind of writer am I?
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Today while noodling in my journal, I suddenly remembered something I literally had forgotten all about: the #64Challenge I did during the 2019-20 school year. That was an ever-changing, challenging year, which ended up with fourth quarter pandemic teaching.
Next week is my 66th birthday, and immediately I knew I need the #66Challenge for this coming school year.
This feels perfect. First, because in 2019 I had all kinds of plans and designs on what the school year should look like, and slowly but surely everything went haywire. By the end of February I was finding myself in a very different place than I was in August.
Coming into this school year I have no such designs. In fact, I'm actively working NOT to plan and design. There is all new curricula coming into our department, and I actually don't even know what I'm teaching. And no matter what I teach, there will be a certain amount of "do it this way."
I've been preparing myself for that all throughout this summer, by putting myself back in the moment every time I meet an obstacle, large or small. I have gathered my strength and risk-taking gene to do things I previously thought would be impossible.
Speaking to my friend Natalie yesterday she said something that resonated strongly: I made it through the 2020-21 school year. I can do anything.
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I took time this morning to read the 64 posts for the last challenge. I found lots of nuggets that are good for me to remember going forward into a new school year and challenge:
What I focus on expands.
Abandon hope. Be fearless.
Do what you can do. Bear witness with no need to respond or attach.
Everything I need to know is in the person in front of me.
Be committed. Stay flexible.
I also found a slew of beautiful poems, deep reflections, classroom celebrations and intense frustrations. All documented. All worked out. All forward moving.
And most importantly: All a gift to myself!
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By moving forward on a new challenge, in a year in which I already know will be full of change, I will have the opportunity to write concretely, do some good reflecting, pay attention, and give myself the gift of this school year always being accessible to me.
It's an adventure, a pilgrimage, a chance to practice the present moment.
It's getting me back to the writer I am--one who listens and writes to find out what she has to say. It doesn't matter if anyone else knows or cares!
It's taking all that has come before, folding it into the mix, and creating something new.
James W. Hall says that "we teach to re-create the world." I take this as my most earnest mission in life.
Here is to #66Challenge, and all the creative gifts it will bring to myself and yes, maybe even the world.
Saturday, July 3, 2021
Family & Friends (7 Lines / 7 Days #59)
#108Weeks
June 27- July 3, 2021
Terrific time with family and friends.
I'm glad we had the get together with mom because I have no idea if it will ever happen again.
Monday was a total chill day and we watched five episodes of Ted Lasso.
Six hours at the airport on Tuesday, and still didn't get home.
I did get home by 11 a.m. on Thursday. The trip was lovely, even with the unexpected bonus day.
Feeling sluggish now that I'm home.
The Universe is my guide and guard
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Paul and I at Brew Dogs |
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Kim and Wayne |
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John, Matt, me, Evan, Mom, Martin, Margie |
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With Gordon and Becky |
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My nephews Michael and Ricky |
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At Fatheads with Brenda, Brandon, Margie, Cheryl, & Scott |
Saturday, June 12, 2021
The Return (7 Lines/ 7 Days #56)
#108Weeks
June 6-12, 2021
Thinking a lot about next school year
I'm hearing from previous students who are graduating this year. Does my teacher heart good to know they have remembered
Classroom AC on the fritz again!
The Cambridge training hooked me back into the teacher I used to be and the one I long to be again
I made some good connections and there is a lot of meaningful support
The kids enjoyed the annual snowball battles we had
Today I'm going to the movie theater to see In the Heights--first time at the theater since December 2019
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Joy-Filled Week (7 Lines/ 7 Days #35)
#108Weeks
January 10-16, 2021
Saturday, January 2, 2021
The Ingredients: Year in Review in Photos
Yesterday my dear friend Laurie shared a piece of writing she did from an inspiration she received: to identify peak moments of the past year in photos. In any year, this would be an awesome activity. But for 2020, it presented a lot more challenges.
My initial feeling was that I didn't have many photos from the year, and certainly not ones that represented the themes suggested. It made me feel weird, but I kind of accepted it.
Then today I picked up my morning inspirational read, which is Instructions to the Cook: A Zen Master's Lessons in Living a Life That Matters by Bernie Glassman. The book uses cooking as a metaphor for how to live a Zen life. I already know that the ingredients I use for living a Zen life are whatever I have in front of me. The job of "the cook" is to use what is available.
Today I read this line:
The clarity of our vision determines the set of ingredients in front of us.
My mind went immediately to the photos. I thought, hmmm, maybe I didn't look at "my ingredients"with clarity of vision. Maybe there was more there than I initially thought.
Then I recalled some events early in the year that I had not seen in my photo library. Sure enough -- it was because I had moved them to amazon photos and deleted them off my phone to save storage.
Now I was inspired.
Here is my Year in Review in Photos. I have made one change: instead of "something new I tried," I put in "something I discovered" that was very meaningful.
Thanks a million, Laurie!
HIGHLIGHT OF THE YEAR: In a year where frequenting a restaurant became an act of bravery, it was wonderful to think back to that Saturday in February many of us from the SJA Class of 1973 met at an Amish restaurant in Sarasota. It was a beautiful day, and we had a wonderful meal and reunion. What made this the highlight, though, was that my childhood friend Maureen Kelly McCauley happened to be in Florida at the time and sat across from me. We had a great talk about writing. In less than two months I was able to invite her into a writing group, which has been a godsend for all of us during this turbulent year.
MEANINGFUL MOMENT: On January 12 my husband suffered a small stroke, and spent a couple of days in the hospital. This picture was taken when he was dressed and waiting to get discharged. I took it to send to his son to show him his dad was doing well. This event has changed our view of the future, but I am so glad he is doing well and that it was only mild.
FEELING PROUD: When my nephew entered middle school at Cypress Lake, he became involved in playing the trombone, and it became a real passion for him. When they moved away, I was sorry I would no longer be able to attend his band concerts. But, as we know from 2020, livestreams became the new way to participate from afar, and I was absolutely thrilled to watch the holiday band concert from Pickerington North High School on my television in December. The band director made me proud to be a teacher, as he is doing an absolutely incredible job against all odds, and the music brought me to tears more than once. Ricky made me proud, as he always does, through his dedication to music. (And for those who don't know, he is my dad's namesake!)
FEELING CONNECTED: After several weeks of barely leaving the house, on April 29th the beaches of Lee County opened again. I got myself right to my closest beach -- Bunche -- and was not ready for the overwhelming feeling I had being able to be there again. Very quickly I felt reconnected to nature and my community and the world and myself!
MAKES ME SMILE: A few years ago, I purchased Nemo and Dory stuffed animals for my classroom. They have become team builders and buddies to my students through the year. When our school closed in March, I was not able to go back in the building until May. When I did, Nemo and Dory were waiting for me, and I realized then how much they meant to my classroom. So it was upsetting when a student accidentally threw Nemo on the roof of the school when they were playing outside as a reward for work well done. To make matters worse, it was a Friday and over the weekend there were torrential rains. Friends rallied me to see if I could get the admin to rescue Nemo -- but somehow he managed to rescue himself! Two teachers found him sitting on a bench in another part of the building, soaking wet, but still smiling. It was a miracle for sure! I have no idea how he got off the roof and on to the bench, but I'm sure glad he did.
MOMENT SHARED WITH LOVED ONE: Actually, I suppose it was the whole day. Given the situation at the beginning of the year with the stroke, and then the months of hibernating from COVID, Jim and I were finally able to pull ourselves out of the house and have a little adventure on my birthday in August. It isn't every day a person turns 65, and I just couldn't let it go. That, and the fact that school had been pushed back -- otherwise I would have been at school. So we headed out to Sanibel on a blazing hot day, ate lunch at Schnappers Hots, then visited Ding Darling Wildlife Refuge, a place we hadn't been together in over a decade. The day brought so much relief and peace and togetherness. It was the most perfect way to celebrate a special day, which probably would not have happened if it had been a normal year.
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Progress (7 Lines/7 Days #27)
#108Weeks
November 15-21, 2020
COVID is rising again as we knew it would, and extra caution is needed. With that in mind, Jim and I decided to forego having dinner out for Thanksgiving.
Saw a meme yesterday: You're not stuck at home. You're safe at home.
Gratitude boomerangs back -- I got a sweet appreciative email from one of my Assistant Principals.
I'm feeling pretty easygoing at work.
I need to believe our democracy will hold even as corruption seeps through.
I came home Friday and collapsed. Thank God for a break!
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Bridge (7 Lines/ 7 Days #21)
#108 Weeks
October 4-10, 2020
This week has flown
Slept beautifully last night. I feel rested and in good spirits
I just have to keep letting go
letting go
letting go
Just for today, I will be unafraid
Remember to Find Joy and All Will Be Well
So many ideas,
so little time
Build Relationships...Illuminate Discovery...Generate Expression
Monday, May 4, 2020
54. Jumbled Emotions and A Prayer
So, this is how I walk away from the school year.
Not with the usual joy and relief. But with jumbled emotions that are hard to sort out.
I expected to walk into my classroom and burst out crying.That didn't happen.
I took pictures of what was left on my board at the end, including a couple messages from my 10th period kids:
We walked out that day not knowing what was to come. Then we found out.
I was unable to erase this, so I left it. I also left the words "Find Joy" on the little white board I was using for my monthly motto. It isn't time to wipe out that idea yet!
I had a list of things to do and I got right to work. I was done by 9:15, even though I had more time allotted. There wasn't much else to do.
I sat at my desk, in my new chair, and just stared at my room. I remembered the Creative Writers presenting their poems. I remember a relaxed final day. I remember laughter.
This was the year I hung my Dharma flag as a way to remember that in the challenges are opportunities. Where there is struggle, there is a hidden gift. A bit of Yin and Yang. I considered taking the flag down so I could ceremonially hang it again next year. But then I decided I wanted it there when I walk in next school year (which I pray begins in August as scheduled.)
In cleaning up files, a poem fell out of a folder. I had come across this poem in one of the poetry books I keep in the shelf. It had been put there many years ago, and is a favorite of mine by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I used to have it memorized. Maybe it is time to commit it to memory once more.
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Walking in a Different Direction
Ordinarily, I would be totally exhausted, crashed out, not willing to move.
But this year is different. I am full of energy. I'm committed to keeping my body moving, to get out in the sun and beautiful air, enjoy the last of this winter and the early days of Florida spring.
This past quarter was one of the easiest I've ever had. The curriculum I'm teaching, as well as the four creative writing classes, are keeping me from getting dragged down.
Then today, by happenstance, I took a slightly different pathway through my neighborhood. I didn't realize that I usually walk in the same direction in this particular section of our development. It struck me the minute I saw the yellow house with the purple door. Hmmm...I've never seen that before.
Then it was the frog menagerie:
The tall monkey pine, towering over every other tree and house. Noticed there were actually two of them in this area.
And my favorite, a lone yellow flowering tree. This is a tree I love here in Florida that only blooms in March. Unfortunately, most of them got destroyed in Irma.
What have I learned? It pays off to do things differently. My classes at school. My wardrobe. My walking patterns.
Mix it up. Find joy. Pay attention!
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