Your Brain is Purple
Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic.
You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.
Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.
You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.
Friday, December 7, 2007
2. Red, blue, yellow, green, purple are my favorite colors for the Christmas tree lights.
3. The candles in the window have white bulbs.
4. Home for the Holidays is one of my most favorite Christmas movies.
5. My favorite Christmas lyric(s) is/are O Holy Night.
6. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas surrounded by family and friends.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to drinks with friends, tomorrow my plans include Christmas shopping and Sunday, I want to decorate my home for Christmas!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
1. When my blog is broken, the focus quickly turns from writing to fixing.
2. I saw the most amazing blades of grass this morning!
3. P.S. I Love You is the new movie I'm most looking forward to seeing.
4. Work: Necessary and Fulfilling.
5. Of all the new tv shows, I enjoy Life the most.
6. If only Dad were still here.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to cooking, tomorrow my plans include a holiday party and Sunday, I am going to the ballet to see the Nutcracker!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Today, my Dad is gone. I walk alone. He is always at my side.
(Thanks for the opportunity to reminisce about these walks!)
P.S. Happy Birthday Dad.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
- Brush dog
- Grocery shop
- Move winter clothes IN and summer clothes OUT
- Write dream job description
- Cook a yummy dinner!
- Pack for presentation tomorrow
I wish this post was more interesting, but this is my life right now. I am simply proud that I've posted again. Still working on more consistent postings.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
They loved the "freedom" they got with their choices in Writing Workshop. They were able to choose content and form of their writing. I am flummoxed by the inspiration that these fifth graders demonstrated! Some wrote poems, some wrote stories, a couple wrote letters, and one wrote a story in journal form. They created real and meaningful writing.
Can't wait for the next class.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Today is my 14th day of school. Happily, I am looking forward to going. It's been a struggle. Wondering whether or not I want to continue. I heard something yesterday and it's stuck with me. We are addicted to comfort. In my head, the questions swirl! What's wrong with that? Why can't I be comfortable? Isn't that what we look and search for??? Things, people, situations that make us comfortable? What's so wrong with me wanting to be comfortable??
Hmmm...something to think about.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
This is my thirteenth year of teaching. Hmm, that's like going from K-12, except more than half of those years were spent in fifth grade.
Today was a good day. We calmly enjoyed silent reading time. After reading through our writing notebooks, we picked the best line-the golden line- and published it. We discussed why that was the golden line, and we complimented each other on our talents. Now, I am working on a book of our Golden Lines. How exciting! The best part of today came when a student said to me, "I used to hate writing. I never knew that I was good at it. Now, I love it!"
Who could ask for anything more??
Now, I sit on the balcony and enjoy the breezy autumn evening with my trusted companion and friend, my mutt Leo. Best wishes for a day filled with compliments and calm!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
His name was Charles, but he went by Chris. He was tall and had a personality that filled the whole room. In September he got sick, aneurysm in his heart. He survived fourteen hours of surgery and endured months of painful recovery. Through it all, he looked for meaning. He became introspective and thoughtful. I got to spend two weeks with him at Christmas. He read me 'Twas the Night before Christmas one last time. We watched an old western on tv, and we talked and talked and talked.
On February 28, he was eating ice cream. His wife left him for a moment to let the dog out. When she returned, he was unconscious with a dribble of ice cream down his chin. He hung on until my sister and I arrived. Then he was gone.
I miss him everyday. I love him very much.
So Dad, for you today...the Dairy Queen's on me.
Monday, August 27, 2007
What does this say about education? What does it say, that the
students always want to sit far away from the teacher?
Hmmm, that's an excellent question!
This afternoon, my second meeting was better. I learned at least two or three things I'll try this year, but that wasn't my favorite part. My favorite part was seeing that my friend Tim was still using the clipboard he made this summer in my introduction activity. It made me smile!
More meetings tomorrow! Wish me luck!!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
How true that is! Tonight, I climbed into bed and glanced out the window. The window that usually has the blinds drawn, yet not tonight. Anyway, as I look, I see the full, bright moon. I remember that Dad used to tell me that no matter how far away we are, we are always beneath the same moon. I smiled as I remembered that conversation. As I said, "I love you, Dad." Lightning brightened the sky surrounding that same moon. My breath caught and I froze. Again I spoke, "Dad, is that you?" And once again, lightning struck. Literally.
Heaven! Maybe instead of being beneath the moon, Dad is sitting on top of it. No matter where he is, I know that he's with me.
That feels so good...so true...so absolute!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
It doesn't get better than this.
I felt like I was seven, exploring the woods for the first time. Each stone led me to a new discovery, a new feeling, a new place. The outdoor theater hosted a waterfall with Mary and her son, Baby Jesus, looking on. We watched the water together. The return hike was uphill, and the humid air captured my breath every chance it got. This required more stops on the way home. I sat in the Trellis of the Anunciation. Wrote, sipped, breathed, walking again to the gazebo. There I watched a orange headed spider search for a way into the screened haven. Finally, to my temporary home at the Appalachian Lodge. Here, I am alone. My friends are outside the door.
Here I sit, writing about them.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
I must go and finish laundry, putting songs on my ipod, and organizing books and papers form this summer!
Saturday, August 4, 2007
I COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT
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For now, my decision remains to write regardless of audience. I write for me.
But, I hope YOU read!!
School, Summer Institute, School...I am in between these experiences and that feels...in between. Preparing to clean, pack, and vacation. Going to a spa!! For the first time, this is a vacation by myself. Relaxing and quiet, with LOTS of time to write. What will I do without contact to the outside world for two whole days? Exciting to discover...
Musings and thoughts...