Preface: I am still doing this Slice of Life March challenge from Two Writing Teachers --despite the fact that this is only my 3rd blog and it's March 7th. I have decided not to malign myself for not being able to write daily. I think about writing daily, but when my toddler wants me to dance with her to We Don't Talk About Bruno or my teenager wants to ask me a philosophical question about life, I will give them my time. And, I will write when I can. I saw this quote today: I saw it and had to catch my breath. Stunning, isn't it? It is transformative when you being to discern that, to understand what love really is, we have to understand what it isn't. I liken this to teaching. It took a while, as a teacher, for me to understand what good teaching really was. I had to try lots of things that didn't work first. Understanding many things in the world requires us to first understand what said thing isn't. The distinction for love, I think, is that, unlike mos
There will come a time when this world will bathe you in pain. Sometimes, you'll drown in it Wondering-- if you can remember what air or hope tastes like. And in the thick heaviness of all that troubles you Somehow, you'll raise your chin out of the ocean of blue, black memory and find air and breathe. It is here In the calamity of this moment, You will find your north and rise in beautiful, perfect brokenness.