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Mar.11.2013
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This morning felt like a good day to pick a Tarot card, to pick a card to provide some insight or inspiration in general, not necessarily for myself alone, but possibly for other wandering souls. The card that showed up was Death - XIII Trumps The essence of this card seems to be captured in the...
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Mar.10.2013
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There's something soothing about sitting on a park bench, watching the Canadian Geese bathe themselves and talk amongst each other. I sit off in the distance soaking in the rays of the sun; I peer over at a family sitting on a nearby bench, a son playing ball with his papa, laughing and laughing...
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Mar.08.2013
"I wanna to be a toad so I can stick my tongue out and eat all day." –First grader Because of scheduling changes I have been switched from reading with a few second graders to now first graders. Walking into the first grade room was utter chaos. Every inch of wall was covered in letters, numbers,...
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Mar.07.2013
More at one with the knife, no longer tentative in how I cut through the flesh, I've grown to welcome the mornings that I cut melon. I take that round of juiciness, scoop the seeds out of the center; juices trail down my hands, the aroma rises in sweet explosion, I cut it down to manageable slices...
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Mar.05.2013
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"Be yourself, everyone else is taken." –Oscar Wilde Yesterday was a long work day, but it was a productive day. Busy season is upon us and I have a feeling that this year is going to feel more crammed than the last. Energy zipped through me last night. I went to bed a little after midnight, which...
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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
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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
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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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