writing to a prompt: ordinary blessings
I nod at the students we pass in the hall, greeting many of them by name.
“How do you know all their names?” my little companion asks me, taking my hand as more of them pass by us in extended clumps.
“Well, I was their teacher when they were younger. I never forget a student’s name. Now that you’re my student, I’ll never forget your name.”
And being the 4 year old he is, he responds with: “Why?”
And the best answer I can give is: “Because. Because my students are important to me and greeting you by name is a way I can show you that every day.”
writing from a prompt: growing
Some of you plant bulbs
or tend spindly seedlings, dreaming of summer bouquets
but me, well,
I grow sweaters.
In my lap, skein by skein,
with two sharp points
and nimble fingers
I turn yarn
into a puddles of softness
growing inch by inch and row by row,
until a full blown sweater
emerges, ready to wrap and delight you
as much as it did me
to create it.
this is a picture of myself today:
i’m curled up in my chair
ear buds tuned to the radio to take my mind off the ache in my head
a velvetty afghan is stretched from my toes to my nose
and my cat is lying horizontally across my chest as though daring me to move
my eyes are closed
i should go back to bed
i just called in sick to work
it really would be okay to go back to bed
but then i would have to get the cat to move…..
writing with a prompt: return
Mondays are full of returns:
a route traveled,
a way of being in the world,
and then finally, to home.
But Mondays are also a chance to:
Sojourn – such a trip implies something different than a vacation and less than an adventure, a saunter into a new place or space where the trappings currently used to define one’s time and interactions are suspended, what is essential becomes most relevant.
I’ve got a friend who is currently at Holden Village in the Cascade Mountains for a snowy sojourn. She will be gone for close to two weeks, away from email and phone, living in a rustic but close knit community.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been on a “sojourn” in any climate or season. But maybe I haven’t defined this word correctly for myself. Maybe it isn’t about the amount of time dedicated to being away or the distance or the difference from the norm in the place visited.
Maybe it’s all together about a state of mind and what one brings home.
Sojourn (to Transfiguration)
It is not about how far you(I) go to be in another time and space.
Nor is it about how long you(I) are away,
or the efforts you(I)go through to reset your/my priorities.
It is about the questions you(I) pose,
to the troll on the bridge, the dragon in the woods, the burning bush on the wayside.
And most of all,
it is about the gift of grace and compassion
you(I) bring home for your(my) self.
thank you Barbara Silversmith for your inspirational sermon today
Dear family, friends and followers,
I will be participating in Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life writing challenge which happens in March. This means I will be trying to write everyday. While I hope you stick with me throughout the month, I know from experience that receiving an email notice or a notification on Facebook can become a bit annoying over time. I’ll appreciate whatever support you can give me to stick with this challenge as I’ve learned from the past few years of participating what a rewarding experience it is and find it feeds my spirit in many, many ways. Maybe you’d like to join me!!
I am going to try a new way to participate in this challenge which is to use the daily prompts offered by Write Alm. Lucky for me they are posted all together at the beginning of the month so I can ponder them. This first day, the prompt is “verdant” – so here goes:
needled branches weighted by snow
new growth emerging furled and sticky from the bud
vine leaves bright against windblown grasses
leaves fading to gold and russet in the fall
blades of grass mingled with mud and debris
The first thing that popped into my head when I read this prompt was “excuses.” I don’t know whether it was something told to me as I was growing up or an opinion I came to on my own but I think voicing excuses is a futile exercise. It doesn’t help me to name them and it isn’t helpful to the listener to hear them. Instead I should use the information learned from an experience to try something different. I don’t always succeed in leaving my excuses unsaid – especially in the company of close friends, but I try and wish to keep it a goal.
What should never be left unsaid is “I’m sorry” or “thank you.”
tomorrow’s prompt is “sweet light.”