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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Living


I'm not sure what to write about but I was looking at this blog a little bit today. Looking at the name and thinking about what it means. What does it mean to live my words? Is this about being honest? Is it about living every moment and not forgetting? What is it? What was I thinking when I wrote that name? I wonder a bit. Then I decided I would write a little poem about what I think it means. Maybe it is about living not just in the moment but hanging onto it a bit; letting the moments linger.

I'm living.
My words
are like waves
washing and wishing
splashing and dashing
white capping
and thrashing
as I walk
my path washes away
but my words
stay as vivid
as the sunset.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Not Writing


I'm going to write about not writing. Yes. Not writing. 

I have been struggling to find my words lately. A friend recently shared this with me and it has helped me gain some insight into why. 

It is a post about how to find your "writing groove again."  

The first suggestion is to make a list of why you aren't writing. Well, there are many reasons actually. Things that do take priority at times but mostly I just feel very distracted from writing. Sitting down today to write this slice all I could think was, "I can't think." 

Then it says to purge your writing space. I spent countless hours about two years ago creating a space to write. You know what it looks like now? A mess. I don't even go down there anymore it is so overwhelmed with books and disarray. I guess I know what I need to do. 

Read a book, not just any book, but an amazing book or a craft book. Right now I'd give anything to have the attention span to read a page let alone a book. I think some good poetry is probably a place to start and I have several books just waiting to be opened. 

The last suggestion is to just do it, write anyway, even though you feel like you can't. I think this is my best option right now. Just do it and sludge through the mess that is likely going to arise in hopes that there is a piece or a phrase that ignites something worth telling. I think I need to get back to my writing habit and stop obsessing about my inability to hold onto thoughts right now.

not writing
no words
just here
will you lay
sprout from my ears
and please find your way
no dirge do I hear
your death 
not occurred
I'm waiting for you
on the page
to return

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

I Can't Help But Think...


little fingers
shoes untied
fumbling hands
and sparkling eyes
smiles big
while some have tears
hugs for both
will steer the year
happy days
and bad ones too
here we go
we go to school


September 2nd is the day! The day little feet come walking in my door and we start a new journey together. I went from first grade back to kindergarten this year, so essentially that is like leaving second grade (end of first) and going back to preschool (incoming kindergartners). UGH! I can't say I'm not a little nervous but it will be like riding a bike. I will remember what to do and we will have a great year together, at least eventually. :)

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

August Has Arrived


It's hitting me. The loss of my class from last year. I am sad. I started this week with some new kindergarten kiddos and as expected found myself missing my former students. I saw one of them dropping off a sibling; it stung a little more to get a hug from her. I don't officially start back until September 2nd but we have a week long camp for incoming students to acclimate to the building and staff. It is a great opportunity for all of us to ease back in and get to know the kids and their parents. I sat yesterday with two on my lap sobbing after I pealed them off their parents. I had some aggression come out in some today that was a little unexpected. Then there are the rambunctious behaviors that are fun but also need to be kept in check. We had a fun two days. Three to go and then I can go back to a little summer before it all really happens.