Tuesday, March 31, 2020

something




Today's the last day of slicing, and, for the sake of closure, I'm making myself write....something.... anything.

So here goes...

I didn't do a very good job this year. I've written, but haven't shared. Not on my blog, and not on social media, I didn't know how. Recent events have left me emotionally paralyzed? No, paralyzed is not correct. I can and do feel emotions. Indescribable emotions... emotions I don't know how to express

So for now, I'll leave you with this...I know it's not much, but it's something... and for the moment, it's the best I can do. 'Til next time. xoxo

                                                
(March 4th, 2020) On my way back from patrol duty, I suddenly found myself struck by the beauty of an "ordinary" moment, (thus this photo). What I didn't know is HOW beautiful this moment actually was. If you look real close you can see our students bustling into the school. Missing all of my #143 peeps, and can't wait til our beautiful "ordinary" moments return.... ♥️

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Nothing's normal




We're all in this together, I think, watching the first graders line up at the exit door.

Little bodies scramble to find their spot. Hugging their books, they giggle, smile, and excitedly wave their goodbye's.

"See you at lunch time."  I announce with a big grin, pretending everything's normal.

But nothing is normal!

.NCAA Tournament canceled
.NHL suspends season
.MLB to halt Spring training
.St. Patrick's Day Parade in Chicago 'postponed'
.President Trump bans Europe flights
.Chicago-area schools closing
.Hand sanitizers, bleach, and toilet tissue cannot be found

the list goes on...

I have fifteen minutes..
I try to write 
But my thoughts dissipate before I can share.  

I breathe... trying to indulge in the solitude of the moment... 
Sunlit, spacious, safe, and serene, I love this place!

"Ding!" the incoming email interrupts my thoughts. 
"How to access Google Classroom at home", it reads.

Nothing is normal!

I swallow the angst before it can rise, thankful for the shuffling sound in the hallway. My next class is here.

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell", the student's voice lifts up my spirit

I respond with a smile and wipe down the tables as they walk in the door.

Clean surfaces will help, I think.

I hope to keep them safe until the day things are normal again.
Hoping that things will be normal soon.




Tuesday, March 10, 2020

pretend it away



I listen to the news,
I try not to hear it.
I skim through the Internet, 
I try not to read it.
I chat with my friends,
I try not to discuss it.
I feel the panic,
I try not to absorb it. 
I'm aware of it's name, 
I try not to acknowledge it.

I try to act as though it doesn't exist
I try with all my might to pretend it away.  

Monday, March 9, 2020

Betrayal


What constitutes betrayal?  How does one know they've actually been betrayed? 

Deep blacks and bright whites exist only in my mind.

Searching for truths veiled in smoky shadows of gray

Filtering through remnants of truths once ignored

dispersing the haze

revealing the lies

I trusted you! I trusted you! 

I trusted you as much as I knew how to trust!

I do not trust you now!

It hurts

but I will survive

the bitter sting of betrayal. 

Sunday, March 8, 2020

The gift of perfection...



My senses soar as I  breathe in the early morning air. Crisp, clean, fragrant, holding the promise of spring, 

My heart smiles. 

I watch intently. Chittering birds flit from tree to tree, setting a perfect backdrop for mother nature's ,(soon to be), glorious show.

And then it happens...

Muted skies burst into a symphony of firy colors, welcoming the new day

I stand frozen, 

Breathlessly trying to hold on to the magic  before it slips away.

Feverishly I write, an attempt to capture the purity of the moment.

I fail, but do not despair.

My fingers continue to fly accoss the keyboard. 

I say thank you! 

Dawn is the gift of perfection. 








Saturday, March 7, 2020

It's only fear..

“Fear is only as deep as the mind allows.”
— Japanese Proverb

It was time!

Time to face the very demons she's tried to avoid her entire life.

It will be hard!

Yes, she's forgiven them, or has she?

and will that be enough?

Her heart races, her gut screams,Be careful! You're treading on dangerous territory!

The snakes that are fear coil at her feet, their venomous tongues flicking furiously as they wait to be fed...

discomfort grows

turmoil ensues

her resolve begins to fade

But wisdom prevails

She refuses to be consumed...

not this time

It's only fear


"It's time do this", she says with a confidence she's never known, "We've got important things to discuss." 

Dismissing her fear, this time she knows she'll succeed.










  



  



Friday, March 6, 2020

Mastering the art...



Hmmmm.....I've been tossing around ideas for hours.

Should I write something deep and throught provoking?

Should I write something light and humorous?

I begin to write

draft after draft

No, too deep!

No, too cheesy!

No! No! No!

Wait! Finally, I've got it!

I think I'll write a  compelling slice on the controversial art of procrastination...

Tomorrow!!!