What an amazing day! Had to write a country song. Sing it to any old country tune. Guaranteed to make you smile.
ATV Love
My baby knows I ain't no ride behind girl-
I want my own machine.
I like my hills a little steeper,
My puddles a little deeper,
And I got a hankerin' for speed.
When we go out on a date
We start early and stay late
With nothin' but miles to fill our day.
He likes kisses from dusty lips.
He likes the mud up to my hips.
And he always has a winch, just in case.
We raise our solo cups
to toast the trails and luckie love,
We dream of playgrounds that start and never end.
He is my ATV love
I thank God from up above,
That he's my one and only ATV love.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
A love letter to Pine Creek
Dearest,
As I stand on your banks knee deep in mud, I cannot help but write to you with gratitude and wonder. You are pushing winter to the river right before my eyes - the swollen waves and icebergs churning make me think that winter isn't going easily this year. But, you are strong and steadfast in your will. Spring is on your side.
I look to the pines that guide you through the mountains for the eagles that I saw last summer. They love you too, you know. Your waters feed their young the sweetest speckled bounty.
I have seen your colors change like the mood ring on a young girl; all at once black, then green, then greener still, then blue and brown. I often wonder if there is a message there or if it is a whim of yours, a trick to make the time pass.
Man through greed or folly periodically attempts to grab and ruin this lush path you call home. According to the history, we are bound to repeat our mistakes at least once every fifty years or so. But you keep coming back. You still welcome the little ones to swim in the shallows and watch the tadpoles. Thank you for your resiliency and your forgiveness.
My sister whispered to me once,"Come see the creek." I am so glad I followed her. Now you are an inspiration and a balm when I am troubled. I miss you when I am away.
When next we meet, you will have come back to your calmer self, reflecting the world with a slightly waved view. The tiger lillies will be reaching their roots to you, soaking up your essence, and putting on their orange show. I can hardly wait.
With love,
Michelle
As I stand on your banks knee deep in mud, I cannot help but write to you with gratitude and wonder. You are pushing winter to the river right before my eyes - the swollen waves and icebergs churning make me think that winter isn't going easily this year. But, you are strong and steadfast in your will. Spring is on your side.
I look to the pines that guide you through the mountains for the eagles that I saw last summer. They love you too, you know. Your waters feed their young the sweetest speckled bounty.
I have seen your colors change like the mood ring on a young girl; all at once black, then green, then greener still, then blue and brown. I often wonder if there is a message there or if it is a whim of yours, a trick to make the time pass.
Man through greed or folly periodically attempts to grab and ruin this lush path you call home. According to the history, we are bound to repeat our mistakes at least once every fifty years or so. But you keep coming back. You still welcome the little ones to swim in the shallows and watch the tadpoles. Thank you for your resiliency and your forgiveness.
My sister whispered to me once,"Come see the creek." I am so glad I followed her. Now you are an inspiration and a balm when I am troubled. I miss you when I am away.
When next we meet, you will have come back to your calmer self, reflecting the world with a slightly waved view. The tiger lillies will be reaching their roots to you, soaking up your essence, and putting on their orange show. I can hardly wait.
With love,
Michelle
Monday, March 23, 2015
Geeking Out
So, if you are a closet academic, with spiritual tendencies, a curious heart, and a voracious appetite for pretty words, you may have also binged read a few things by the following authors in the past month:Pema Chodron, Tony Robbins, Viktor Frankel, Malcolm Gladwell, Deepak Chopra, and Ross Greene.
But then again... maybe not-it is an odd list.
To save you from the list or maybe more appropriately to encourage you to indulge in it, I have smushed together all the learning that has forced my brain to develop new synapses and lovely trellises of connections over the past 30 days:
Between stimulus and response there is a space and room for choice.
Your choice may vary dependent on the time/space/circumstances you were born-
as well as your penchant for hard work.
Your choice may also depend on the metaphors you use daily to describe your world.
Your choice should be intentional.
If your choice is unintentional or leads to harm, you simply don't have the skills to choose correctly.(Happy fact- you can learn those skills!)
If you can abide in the uncomfortableness of the choice, you will grow and learn.
Luckie me for having access to all of this amazing work because I was born at the right time in the right circumstances to have the firm belief that "life is an opportunity" that I don't mind working for even if it makes me uncomfortable sometimes. ( My daughter, the English teacher, just cringed at that sentence.)
La la.
But then again... maybe not-it is an odd list.
To save you from the list or maybe more appropriately to encourage you to indulge in it, I have smushed together all the learning that has forced my brain to develop new synapses and lovely trellises of connections over the past 30 days:
Between stimulus and response there is a space and room for choice.
Your choice may vary dependent on the time/space/circumstances you were born-
as well as your penchant for hard work.
Your choice may also depend on the metaphors you use daily to describe your world.
Your choice should be intentional.
If your choice is unintentional or leads to harm, you simply don't have the skills to choose correctly.(Happy fact- you can learn those skills!)
If you can abide in the uncomfortableness of the choice, you will grow and learn.
Luckie me for having access to all of this amazing work because I was born at the right time in the right circumstances to have the firm belief that "life is an opportunity" that I don't mind working for even if it makes me uncomfortable sometimes. ( My daughter, the English teacher, just cringed at that sentence.)
La la.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Just an old fashioned love song
I do a lot of people watching.
This past summer, I watched an elderly couple in a public place having a private moment. It was truly beautiful. This poem was written shortly after that. It has been bouncing around in my mind since and so I am sending it out there so it can hopefully bounce around in your mind too.
His Whisper
The visceral echo of his whisper- a private message just for me.
Oh, that soft reverb of notes on nerves... the tickle from his unshaven cheek.
I bite my lip and am once again my most exquisite version.
The one before standing in this checkout line.The one before coffee and chores.The one before the grandkids knocked on the bedroom door.
A careful observer of people will see many things. But when you look with a love song on your mind, you can find a million different arrangements of the same sweet melody.
This past summer, I watched an elderly couple in a public place having a private moment. It was truly beautiful. This poem was written shortly after that. It has been bouncing around in my mind since and so I am sending it out there so it can hopefully bounce around in your mind too.
His Whisper
The visceral echo of his whisper- a private message just for me.
Oh, that soft reverb of notes on nerves... the tickle from his unshaven cheek.
I bite my lip and am once again my most exquisite version.
The one before standing in this checkout line.The one before coffee and chores.The one before the grandkids knocked on the bedroom door.
A careful observer of people will see many things. But when you look with a love song on your mind, you can find a million different arrangements of the same sweet melody.
Friday, December 5, 2014
I cannot believe I just said that.
I shared a heartfelt and very real sentiment this week. It wasn't exactly the most appropriate time or place for such a sharing. But, out of my mouth it came, like a sneeze you can't control. There it was, spewing out into the otherwise efficient space.
And it sat there. Briefly. Awkwardly. I panicked for a moment. ( I cannot believe I just said that.)
But then,
a kindness was shown.
Another perspective was shared.
A perspective I really needed to hear.
A perspective with great potential to change my perspective.
These weren't the exact words, but the message was clear.
Don't rob others from their journey just because their journey is hard. Be supportive, be there, but don't rescue. It cheats the rescuee. It is their journey, not yours.
( But wait, but wait, I think everything is about me!
Fine. I'll think about it.)
I am so grateful that the universe always provides people to provide lessons- just say the magic word... help.
Luckie me :)
And it sat there. Briefly. Awkwardly. I panicked for a moment. ( I cannot believe I just said that.)
But then,
a kindness was shown.
Another perspective was shared.
A perspective I really needed to hear.
A perspective with great potential to change my perspective.
These weren't the exact words, but the message was clear.
Don't rob others from their journey just because their journey is hard. Be supportive, be there, but don't rescue. It cheats the rescuee. It is their journey, not yours.
( But wait, but wait, I think everything is about me!
Fine. I'll think about it.)
I am so grateful that the universe always provides people to provide lessons- just say the magic word... help.
Luckie me :)
Monday, October 27, 2014
we all know too much about everything instantly
The world seems to be getting scarier every day. The thing is I can't tell if it is really scarier or it just seems scarier because we all know too much about everything instantly. Either way I guess, scary is scary- climate change, ebola, cyber hackers, school shootings, etc. etc. All the large scale apocalyptic threats are overwhelming especially when discussed 24 hours a day and interspersed with the real life, those much more personal and actual, threats and tragedies of an individual experience.
So, what to do? What to do?
I have given this a lot of thought. Actually, an immense amount of thought and energy and dreaming and intention has gone into the "what to do?" question.
And I have decided.
The thing to do is snuggle up.
Snuggle up to those you love. Hold them tight. Say sweet things. Remind them they are loved. I mean really SNUGGLE UP.
Oh, pshaw, the nay sayers will say. Pshaw the snuggle theory! (Note to self- get the updated lingo for naysayers) :)
But, here is the truth, behind the theory.
I have never regretted a single snuggle (that safe space of warmth and comfort and love).
I have known many a worried heart that has been eased through a snuggle.
We all know people who need more snuggling.
We all know way too much-not snuggling would be silly.
And, dammit, we may not be able to control asteroids and zombies (or the reality of illness or accident) but we can control the intensity and voraciousness of our snuggles.
Luckie me-my theories all have practical (and lovely) applications.
So, what to do? What to do?
I have given this a lot of thought. Actually, an immense amount of thought and energy and dreaming and intention has gone into the "what to do?" question.
And I have decided.
The thing to do is snuggle up.
Snuggle up to those you love. Hold them tight. Say sweet things. Remind them they are loved. I mean really SNUGGLE UP.
Oh, pshaw, the nay sayers will say. Pshaw the snuggle theory! (Note to self- get the updated lingo for naysayers) :)
But, here is the truth, behind the theory.
I have never regretted a single snuggle (that safe space of warmth and comfort and love).
I have known many a worried heart that has been eased through a snuggle.
We all know people who need more snuggling.
We all know way too much-not snuggling would be silly.
And, dammit, we may not be able to control asteroids and zombies (or the reality of illness or accident) but we can control the intensity and voraciousness of our snuggles.
Luckie me-my theories all have practical (and lovely) applications.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Pottsgrove Peeps
The past week has had a lot of good byes. Many have been really hard. So as I transition to a new job, I have taken time to take stock of all I have learned over the past five plus years. (This, to be perfectly honest, is my big cope.)
While here, I have learned that.... ( in no particular order)
educators work really hard
many kids have difficult lives
performance art is not loved by all, but everyone participates because they want to be cool :)
holding the hand of someone going through something terrible is sometimes the best thing to do
many of the people doing the very best work shun the spotlight, they just work hard and get stuff done, never forgetting that the kids are why we do what we do- I see you!
ladders and heels don't mix
( seriously there are rules about this and also about using chairs as ladders- who knew?)
IEP Online can be painful
lunches on Friday are special
honest conversations are sometimes no fun, but necessary
make it a game and you will be so happy to see who plays
no one (not the wee one nor the grown) wakes up in the morning and hopes that today will be the day that they will fail, that they will disappoint, or that they will be less than what everyone hopes
adults are often a whole lot of no fun, but everyone likes to get a surprise!
small wins count
taking yourself too seriously is silly- there will always be someone smarter or more dedicated
a kind word makes a difference
seeing the potential and speaking it out loud changes things
having amazing people around you makes the day amazing (even when it appears to be not amazing)
people who love you will put up with a lot of nonsense ( performance art, one million things lost, pedometer challenges, garish decor, consistent lateness, interesting food tastings and the occasional curse word are just a few examples)
sparkle really is my favorite color
the following things really suck- accidents, cancer, child abuse, drug addiction, really mean people, and a bunch of other real life stuff
volunteers are sometimes the difference between its going to happen and its totally not going to happen (thank you volunteers!)
ESY is super fun
I can do more than I thought I could- but I am not the person you want in charge in a real emergency (I scare easily and I hate anything that may or may not be blood)
nicknames can be funny
choose your seat carefully in meetings
those who are under the willow tree love that they are under the willow tree and will always meet me there
those who are under the willow tree love that they are under the willow tree and will always meet me there
sometimes you need to help people learn how to hug, sometimes you need to learn to keep your cards close
real friends will tell you when you have something in your teeth, your hair, or your nose
telling people you love them is important
telling people you love them is important
budgets are real
there is a difference between hearing and listening
community counts
sometimes the toughest lessons are the ones I need to learn the most
____________________
I am a luckie luckie girl. All along my life's path, I seem to find the very best people. I know I have found many of them here.
Thank you for teaching me to be a better person and educator. I will miss you. I wish each of you all the best- being here was an everyday blessing to me.
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