For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I could be cranky and stew all day
Because my prep periods just went away.
I understand a teacher is sick
By why was today the day she’d pick?
Today I’m so busy. I’m singing the blues.
NJHS induction is today’s big news.
Must set up the stage and put things just right
Going over details kept me up half the night.
I could be cranky and stew all day
But that would be fruitless and get in the way.
I have lots of helpers to make things go well.
It is going to be great. I can just tell.
No need to be cranky or stew or feel stressed
Not when you work with the very best.
Everyone pitched in to do whatever was needed
Cranky and stewing were quickly defeated.
The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature affects the cure. ~Voltaire
That hit by a truck feeling
I can’t get out of bed
Can hardly open my eyes
With the pounding in my head
Urgent Care trip in the morning
They take a test or two
Confirmed what I could’ve told them
~ my dear you have the flu!
No reading! No writing!
You can say what you will
But when it came to no eating
I really knew I was ill!
Tissues, hot tea
Thermometer, cough drops
How can this be?!?
Life is passing me by
Missed a party and more
Going on to day five
Without a foot out the door
Don’t look in the mirror
The sight’s too hard to see
That pale and haggard reflection
Surely cannot be me!!
When I go back to school
This I can tell
It will be with my friends
Lysol and Purell!
#SOL17 Day 19
All good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. ~Anne Lamott
What a Writer Needs
(is) Room to Write
(so make a) Small Change
(by looking through) A Different Mirror
(then) Escaping Into the Open
(riding the) Western Wind
(and) Crafting a Life
(that will make) Lasting Impressions
This book binding poem was inspired by another slicer. I have read so many posts this weekend I forget which one I “borrowed” this idea from. Thank you, whoever you are!
#SOL 17 Day 17
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
My notebook is coming apart at the seams.
A little like me it seems.
It has hardly been written in or read,
But its demise has me seeing red.
When I bought it, it looked really great,
but now on my nerves it does grate.
It’s not like it’s just a small piece
If it were then I could have peace.
I don’t want to leave it bare,
but this rip is more than I can bear.
To abandon it doesn’t seem right,
Within it will I be able to write?
Oh, I’ll keep it and stop my whine
As I pour myself a nice glass of wine.
#SOL17 Day 16
The quieter you become, the more you can hear. ~Ram Dass
I choose to sit in the silence
away from the idle talk – meaningless.
In the silence, I am alone with my thoughts,
Alone yet not,
Thinking yet not,
Waiting for vision, clarity,
a knowing of what to do,
where to go –
waiting for inspiration.
#SOL17 Day 14
A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder. ~ Susan Orlean
Hear the wind whipping
The sleet slamming against the bedroom window
Snowstorms should be quiet
As day breaks there is silence
Just snow falling, no alarm clocks ringing,
No whispers of showers, no hustle, no bustle
Soon the voices of newscasters fill the air
Reporting from near and far
The heater clicks on and off with greater frequency
Later the sounds of shovels scraping the blacktop
Combine with humming snow blowers and car motors
Reverberating through the neighborhood
The house begins to crackle and creak
As the sun makes a short appearance
Crunching boots resound through the frozen precipitation
Spoons stirring in cups of hot cocoa
Sputtering popcorn jumps into the bowl
It’s good to be home on a day like today