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Mar.04.2013
Since I don't have children of my own, nor have I worked with them in a childcare setting, I am truly enjoying my Early Childhood Education (ECE) class.
On the first day of class, the instructor told us that even if none of us decided to work with children, we would still gain much from the class...
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Mar.03.2013
Words, come to me. I've looked back. I know you're there waiting to rise to the surface. I'll be patient. I'll wait for you; I'll coax you. I'll read to you, listen to you, file you away, carry you in my heart. You keep yourselves tucked away in a variety of places, waiting for me to connect with...
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Mar.02.2013
I would never have imagined myself in a million years taking an early childhood education (ECE) class. Two classes ago we walked through the different day care rooms at night on the community college campus to get an idea of how the environments were set up. The infant room brought an instant calm...
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Mar.02.2013
Alchemy
Rosemary and myrrh
in the pestle,
rose petals, frankincense.
Crushing bits down
to size. Blowing
dried pieces of fragrance–
ideas into the wind.
Rejecting and accepting,
taking nothing at
face value, diving deep
below the rubble, tasting, spitting out,
'knowing that I know nothing,'
knowing...
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Mar.01.2013
Tonight I drove home with my mouth agape staring at the moon; trees streamed by, blocked my view as I ducked and searched–where is the moon?!
A champagne moon spilled out on its side, close enough to touch.
And the tree I've been admiring each night of class, in her bare beauty, was clothed in...
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Feb.27.2013
Spring is teasing with sweet blooms appearing here and there. The sweet scent of honey catches on my nose, causes me to stop in my tracks, to stand and inhale the freshness in the air. Dear Spring, it's so nice to see you again–to see traces of you on the horizon. I look up into that wild blue sky...
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Feb.21.2013
I've been thinking about you
since I haven't seen you in
weeks, now months.
At the intersection, as I wait for
the light to turn from red to green;
the streets seem empty without
you rolling your cart around. I often
wonder what you kept in that case of yours.
I used to see you at the cafe,...
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Feb.19.2013
I am a weeping willow;
I do not weep tears of sadness,
but tears of joy.
My long tendrils hang, cover
my naked body, protect me
from the elements and
outside forces.
I stand here and weep–
weep for no other reason
than for the simple
reason that I can.
I will shed tears of sadness–
tears in all...
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Feb.18.2013
About a month ago, I looked down at my thighs and regretted donating my ThighMaster to the second hand store. That ThighMaster hung in my closet for years unused, so it made perfect sense to be gone with it.
I looked on Amazon to see how much they cost and didn't feel like paying full price. I...
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Feb.16.2013
It feels good to be awake early this morning. The past few weeks I've wanted to continue sleeping; and I have, waking up later than usual.
Saturday has arrived bringing with it a calm and sense of relief.
I wanted to share a photo that I took about a month ago. It's one of those faces I was...
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Feb.15.2013
It's been a long week. I think I woke up in the early morning hours hoping it was Saturday and not Friday. But here I am with my cup of delicious decaf coffee; the morning is feeling pretty good.
While I was cleaning out my lunch bag yesterday, I found a short story that I wrote about a month ago...
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Jan.16.2013
A few days ago, after reaching the end of a sample Kindle copy of One Zentangle a Day: A 6-Week Course in Creative Drawing for Relaxation, Inspiration, and Fun by Beckah Krahula, I came across another Kindle book: 101+ Creative Journaling Prompts: Inspiration for Journaling and an Introduction to...
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Jan.10.2013
So nice to look back at the remnants of words that I have left behind, to see that certain day's words spilled over, a cup that could not contain itself, unhindered and unafraid to pour forth emotions and thoughts.
It helps to see this, as I experience more frequent moments of drizzling rather...
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Jan.10.2013
Yoga has been calling my name. This morning I listened. I was wiped out last night--for what reason, I cannot say. I never understand when my body becomes heavy with exhaustion and the only thing I can attribute the feeling to is mental exhaustion, but even then, there isn't much.
I've noticed that...
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Jan.10.2013
A few weeks back, I had been in search of a one pot meal that was somewhat healthy, simple, tasty, and did not take all day long to cook. I came across this chicken and rice recipe and it has become one of our favorites. From reading the comments, this is not a true Puerto Rican dish as it claims...
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About Rebbecca
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
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Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones
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