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with Grief. through Grief.

When my Dad died, the grief was a wind. After an excruciating long Alzheimer’s-harrowed process of watching him die before he died, his final physical death was a gentle release of all the collective breaths those who loved him had been holding for so long. I mourned, but it was in the arms of the graceful and gentle wind, rocking the boughs of my weeping-willow-tree-heart. When my Mom died, the grief was a hurricane. The power went out, the roof blew off, the branches broke through the windows of my battered and ill-prepared heart. And so I did what anyone Read More

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energy transference

Lately, I have been ruminating frequently on the gift of a teacher’s energy. From my experience and as communicated by Ginott, the energy of a teacher dictates the energy of most aspects in a classroom community: academic learning, social-emotional environment, engagement, collaboration, rigor, etc. This gift has felt more like a burden lately. I normally bring a considerable amount of energy to the classroom. Many students might say they’re annoyed by my kinetic presence–but few would say they’re bored. From the moment we meet at the door to the end, I’m “on.” But in the wake of parent teacher conferences, Read More

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13.1 miles of mantras, mysteries, muffs and other musings

Methinks that the moment my legs began to move, my thoughts began to flow. (Thoreau) For runners of long distances, the battle is far more mental than physical. This very challenge breathed down my neck as I was stuck in a very scary place for nearly 3 hours this past weekend during Moab’s Canyonland Half–and that scary place was my head. What I realized in that place is that once the start gun cracks against the morning sky, the mind runs, charging ahead like a schizophrenic Tasmanian devil. Here is a look into the course my mental devil ran. Pre-gunish:¬†What Read More

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tonight’s “just get out the door” rewards

It has been a whirlwind of a couple of weeks. Parent teacher conferences, TCAP state testing, time change, interview committee for new hires, sinus infection with a major dose of drugs…and oh yeah, we run our 1/2 marathon this weekend in Moab. Deep. Breath. As one of my colleagues so brilliantly said, I’ve already ran the marathon. So as I was driving home today, my motivation to get that one last light run in, waxing and waning as the sun dipped behind the horizon, I thought this: Just get out the door. I didn’t need a grand run. A fast Read More

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tonight's "just get out the door" rewards

It has been a whirlwind of a couple of weeks. Parent teacher conferences, TCAP state testing, time change, interview committee for new hires, sinus infection with a major dose of drugs…and oh yeah, we run our 1/2 marathon this weekend in Moab. Deep. Breath. As one of my colleagues so brilliantly said, I’ve already ran the marathon. So as I was driving home today, my motivation to get that one last light run in, waxing and waning as the sun dipped behind the horizon, I thought this: Just get out the door. I didn’t need a grand run. A fast Read More

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look down to look up

One of the most memorable moments in my yoga practice for me, to date, is the time I rolled over from Savasana into cradled side position–which is the way I always sleep. The instructor gently but confidently brought to our attention that in this moment, we are reminded that the Earth is always there, beneath us, supporting us, lifting us, sustaining us. Always. there. How beautiful. So today, as I set this intention: notice your feet on the ground all day I frequently was drawn to that image: innocence resting on the ground, supported and sustained. I realized as I Read More