Lately, all I wish for is peace and quiet. I have been watching too many shows that focus on politics and the state of the union if you will. I am just exhausted. I needed to get back into a zen place and focus on writing again and painting.
The painting above is imagined but suits me fine for the time being. I also started sketching and drawing portraits from old photographs. It has been therapeutic.
There is nothing more calming than painting and writing. I recommend it highly. I would like to hear about other remedies for reducing stress. Please send me your thoughts.
“If you have build castles in the air,
your work need not be lost;
That is where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them.”
– Henry D. Thoreau
“”If it can be verified, we don’t need faith….
Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason.
Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies
and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.”
“The soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to
each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods,
and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings.”
“We all want to make the most of our lives….to become
the highest expressions of ourselves. It begins with
our own awakening. There’s no better way to find that aha!
The test of a good teacher is not how many questions he can ask his pupils that they will answer readily, but how many questions he inspires them to ask him which he finds it hard to answer.
-Alice Wellington Rollins
Thanks to all teachers who inspired me to think and question. As an educator I tried to help students know the importance of asking questions. No question was ever diminished to be silly or dumb.
It is more important now than ever that youngsters know how to read and question. Skills like differentiating between fact and opinion are pivotal to gaining knowledge. Proposing the right question can lead to good research and to the development of ideas and concepts.
If you had a teacher who made you think and helped you be an active learner then please send her a note of thanks. They were the teachers who set you up for life.
What Will I Flaunt Today?
I think I’ll flaunt my old 1929 Royal standard typewriter
I wanted to type this post on my beautiful black upright
but then, I would have to scan the page
and upload it on to my computer
and post it as media or picture to insert.
But then you may not be able to read the post.
Because sometimes the type is a little light.
However, I cannot describe the joy I feel
when I plunk down my fingers
on the keys
that make that unique snapping sound.
and the bell rings when the carriage returns
to let me know
There is something to flaunt about .
Daily Word Prompt: Flaunt
In celebration of National Poetry Month I am inviting all poetry lovers to participate in several activities I have planned. This week I will provide a few prompts for writing poems. Please submit your poems in the comments section.
Some prompts may look familiar because they are the first lines of some well known poems.
1. You may want to change a word in the prompt and then write a few stanzas.
2. Write your poem in any form you wish. You may want to try writing a Tanka, a sonnet, a cinquain or a haiku.
3. Poems should not exceed 15 lines.
1. Write a poem about a special day.
2. “For we can still love the world …”
3. “Who said you should be happy?”
4.”You are all you’ve got.”
5. “How do I love thee”
Persistence is a lonely road
I have taken many times
my feet are torn and weary
my heart beats slowly
with fears out of control
Persistence claims its toll
at every stop I make
There is no such thing as a break.
But one thing I know to be true
in spite of difficulty or opposition
It will be ultimately my decision
to move forward
and not look back.
Because when I think I lack
the determination and patience
to continue on that lonely road
I think of all those before me
who never ever gave up.
I hear their voices
and I lift myself up again.
Persistence is my friend.
Sometimes you just need to smile
even when the pain is deep
and measures more than a mile
Refer yourself to happiness
no matter how big the mess
for sometimes the plan is done
and there is
not much you can do
with the what or the who
even if it is just for a little while.
Small pieces of humanity
do not fit into the divine puzzle
planned by the universe and great source.
Somehow these frazzled shapes
lost their essence,
and their hearts
capable of feeling love.
Somewhere their souls drifted
and cannot connect
with the idea that we are all
a part of the HUMAN race.
Race defined ambiguously
an assumption perhaps
What makes us different?
More importantly, what makes us the same?
What makes us sane?
What makes us a race?
To be continued!
“The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth…these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven’s floor.”
What Shapes Us
This law I believe applies to all things live.
Can we all be glorious spangles?
Perhaps not. Perhaps yes.
I hope yes!
Are we capable of seeing the connection?
Can we try harder?
Can we open our eyes a little wider?
I hope yes.
The same law shaped our hearts.
When tragedy hits, we feel the hurt of others.
What shapes us is not a mystery;
It is divine.
It is intentional.
all of us
shaped in the same way.
Can you dig it?
This young man is amazing. Right now I have nothing to complain about. Yesterday I was asking myself the why questions. Being a worry wart, questioning is what I do. But this video (that by the way I happened to stumble upon accidentally) made me realize (as I ultimately always do) that I am so blessed. As a mother, this was a little difficult to watch. As an educator, I feel that everyone can benefit from the lesson Sam Berns delivers in his TEDx presentation. As a poet, I believe that this is an example of when life is poetry. Progeria is a very rare disease which affect only about “350 or so children in the world”. His philosophy is inspirational to say the least. I invite you all to watch and share this with your family and friends.
And paradoxically again I ask: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I bet you do. God bless my children, grandchildren and all my family and friends. Thank you God for Sam Berns. May he rest in peace.