slice of life: nature as an avenue to peace

The end of March is here,  and I am grateful to have this space. To be able to celebrate nature has been an avenue to peace. These pictures are some of my favorites of the month.

Songbirds perch on stark shafts
Only until the crunch of sand
Shift their balance

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Solar shafts spotlight
black-eyed Susans’ bloom
cutting through stages,
newborn to deadhead

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While morning waves wash tidepools
the saltwater saturates the rocky shore
where tiny creatures and worn glass wait

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slice of life: hidden lives wait

As I walk closer, the honking calls of peacock and peahens intensify. They have to be perched in this tree. Danny, Champion of the World by Roald Dahl with its trees full of pheasants comes to mind. I look up, knowing they are there, waiting for me to leave. Giving in to their patience, I move on. The flutter of wings and honks stop me. Two hens fly off. Now, I know there are more.

Finally, I see her.
A pointed head
balanced
atop
a
long
neck.
Her breast and body
house a complex network of folded feathers,
engineered for efficiency and grace.
She looks out above the tree line
for her next roost.

Destination determined she takes flight.
Wings unfurl, and in seconds she secures her spot
where she agrees to show herself.

Framed against the blue dawn,
crown to beak
giving me
her best side.

 

 

 

slice of life: small wonders

Halfway through my run, I turn toward the ocean. A cruise ship is anchored a mile off the coast. Passengerless, it sits. I wonder about the crew. It looks festive shining in the early morning dawn. But what must that be like? Waiting. No destination. No purpose. This is my halfway mark.

The road flattens and the wind rips from the west. My eyes water and my stride slows. After a few blocks of picket-fenced homes, I reach the trailhead, and the sun rises.

My morning run is timed to finish with a walk through the trails. I crunch along an uneven path. I slow and stop to notice small wonders. IMG_9309

Magical lupine
above spiraling fronds that
will drip yellow bells

Floral intertwined
as a newlywed couple
joined in their first dance

slice of life: at this time

It’s quiet inside my house.  I hear the wind blowing through pines on the hillside. Distant chimes then stillness. The hum of the refrigerator. A gust. This pattern continues as the light fluctuates with passing clouds. I didn’t know the subtle changes my backyard experienced at this time of day.

I used to hear playground noise, the vacuum next door, and the sound of movement above me as I made comments on post-its, reshelved books, picked up the pieces left behind. At this time of day, I used to sit in the cocoon of my classroom, readying for the next day with books, charts, and papers.

Now, the clouds cover the sun, and my living room darkens.  I turn the light on to click through the streams of messages. Google docs, Google classroom, gmails, school email, texts. All of these connecting tools give a false sense of feedback. At this time of day, I miss making a list of kiddos to talk with tomorrow. As we distance ourselves from our kiddos, the face-to-face, pen-to-paper interactions that are the heart and soul of the day-to-day teaching and learning cycle feel dearer.

 

slice of life: sassy resilience

The California poppy grows in our nature preserve. Our delicate state flower propagates easily, making spectacular shows in desert conditions.  When I found a few this morning, I was thrilled. Even though it’s a common sight, its sassy presence never fails to make me smile.

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Golden, she gravitates
toward the morning light
still mixed
with the dark of dawn

Tightly wrapped she rises
protecting her petals
waiting for lavender
her mate

slice of life: searching for a rhythm

The majority of my life revolves around a schedule. Now that routines have been interrupted, I’m yearning for a rhythm that makes me feel productive and purposeful.

It’s not what I need to do, that list is neverending.  It’s when. All of a sudden, time has no boundaries, so why hurry? With that mindset, it’s dinnertime, and I’m wearing my morning workout clothes.

I’m working on the details, but I have come up with a bit of order that will make my current routine more like my old one.

First and always, workout. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, just something that requires me to get out and move. Then, notice the world. Be on the lookout for the curious or beautiful. Stop and double back. Take a slightly different path.

My Friday Zoom meeting made me realize the value of being presentable. Not just for others, but for me. So, second, get ready to go somewhere, even if it’s virtually.  This requires a shower, a different outfit than the day before (ok, maybe the same jeans, but a different shirt), shoes (not slippers), makeup, and hair.

If it’s a weekday, I check in with my Google classroom. There is always something that needs further explanation or a link that doesn’t work and needs correction.

After that, it’s a muddle of responding to students mixed with planning for the next day.

I’m working on lunchtime before 3 pm. Reading at 3 and writing after dinner.

And in between all of it, repetitively letting my cat out, and back in.

 

 

 

 

 

slice of life: last week

After a weekend of prep, that made me feel like I was planning myself out of a job, distance learning began on Monday.  Students had books, devices, internet connections. It looked good on my google classroom page that was set up with links to various learning opportunities. But, the reality was a different story.

There were technical issues. Blocked sites.  Password and class code trouble.
There was a need to re-explain.
There were times my instructions needed correction.
There were students who didn’t show up, and students who struggled.
There were countless texts, emails, and phone calls to families and students.
There were students who could do the work.
There were students who needed small group and one-on-one help.

And, there was our first whole-class meeting on Zoom.
We met pets and siblings, saw bedroom posters and stuffed animals.  As crazy as it was, it was a hit. With a little more management, Zoom meetings of various sizes could become the best way to learn electronically. Next week, we’ll do more.

My big takeaways from the week are not surprising. Social-emotional needs must be met. Always. Especially now, when kids are separated and their lives are turned upside down. Friendships and connections are first. Academics are secondary.

 

 

slice of life: hiding spots

I sit in my living room reading and hear purring. I look around but no cat.

My cat likes places where he can be close but unnoticed. With this in mind, I look for the source.

Perhaps he’s under the ottoman. A spot to be unseen and in the middle of things. I bend down and look. Only the torn lining, evidence of his former presence, hangs down. No cat.

The purring continues, I accept his Cheshire cat-like magic and go back to reading. Wherever he is, he’s content. Something he hasn’t been for days. My around-the-clock presence has disrupted his routine and made him irritable.

I look out the window, and the darkness prompts me to check the time.  Surprised by the hour, I close my book. Stand. Stretch. And then, I notice him, curled up, needing the blanket that has fallen behind the chair.

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I turn off the light.
Purring continues.

slice of life: meditation on a cup of tea

With distance learning now a part of my teaching life, I’m finding it very difficult to disconnect. Seeking a lack of stimulation, I turn to poetry.

This Slowdown podcast. featuring poet Craig Arnold’s Meditation on a Grapefruit, inspired me to meditate on my morning ritual.

I walk down the hall
barefoot
refusing the light
running my fingers along the wall
till the curved edge guides me towards
the kitchen
where my cup is waiting.

I touch the switch
grab the kettle
pull a lever.
Tap water fills to
just below the spout and
I stop the flow
still and cold.

I unlatch the loop and stick that locks the bamboo box
where my tea
organized by type
sit in neat squares for my selection.
Ignoring the black Assam again
I choose green jasmine from the top middle box
leaving only two.

I tear the paper packet
not the sachet.
Pulling the tag it falls
into my floral china cup
that waits for boiling water.

Steam rising, bubbles banging
against stainless steel, I reach for the pot.
Water meets tea
making bag and string rise
then
saturated sink
to the bottom where
dried leaves open infusing water with
its gentle grassiness.

I lift my cup and blow
hurrying my first sip
remembering my mistakes
I wait
knowing patience makes for a good cup of tea.

 

 

slice of life: finding beauty, walking on

I started my hike before sunrise, hoping to capture enough to last me.
The rain had just stopped,
“The trails will be a mess. Take a hat,” my husband warned.
I didn’t care about the muck or the wet.
I walked out. A sliver of a moon and high clouds filled the sky.

Entering the nature preserve, I turned on my flashlight.
My shoes crunched along until I meet up with a puddle, the width of the path.

I step into the high grass on the border of the trail and sink down.
The cold water fills my running shoe, but I squish on moving toward higher ground.

Once the sun is up, my senses are on overload. Birds hide amongst the barren limbs. Don’t they realize their song gives them away?
They flit off as soon as I come too close for comfort.UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_20dc.jpg

I walk on, and fragrant sage leans into the path.
Around the corner, I meet dewdrops clinging.

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As the sun rises,
I’m surrounded by the buds,

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It is so hard to believe all is not well in the world when I’m in this place.

I’ll be back tomorrow.