handwritten on December 5, 2020
A few of my teachers coined the same phrase as I was moving into elementary school and then middle school and high school and it always started with "When you're old, you'll look back one day and see how certain people at certain times in your life arrived for a reason..."
Perhaps I'm becoming more nostalgic with time or perhaps collecting stories has allowed me to reflect on my last 28 years of life and begin to really see the arrival of certain people at just the right time.
They say that as you travel through life, you will begin to eventually see how certain people weave in and out of the tapestries of our stories. Sometimes they may stay for a short while but still tremendously impact...
handwritten on December 1, 2020
Today was one of those
Tuesdays that felt like a Monday
but gleamed with the radiance of
beautiful souls who
talked about the snowflakes all day
like it was the first time
they had ever seen snow
"Mrs. Amoscato" one of them said at the end
"Let me show you how beautiful it is in my backyard"
even through a screen
that beauty was shared
I hope you stuck your tongue out
and caught some of that happiness
happiness that is still
that's glistening out there
falling softly on your heart
reminding you that even with
how things are
snow is still snow
and magic is magic
handwritten on November 11, 2020
Well- I must say. I often take for granted the fact that I ended up teaching next to two "Veteran" teachers who certainly have raised children of their own and already (in my opinion) have earned their wings (and then some) as dedicated teachers. My mother is certainly one of these teachers- though I do not teach beside her (she's always there in spirit of course.) As all of us were scrambling around in our classroom at around 5:30 (still trying to figure out tomorrow's materials, grade, etc.) I couldn't help but smile. I was talking to one of my "mentors" from across the hall and as I was expressing concern about whether or not I'm actually accomplishing anything this year, she stopped me...
handwritten on October 25, 2020
As October comes to a restful end this year
It's a clear reminder of the importance of rest
in small cracks of uncertainty where rest feels like
it cannot be reached properly
because the soul is grounded in constant restlessness
like an autumn leaf that just will not land
unless a landing is forced upon it.
But "Autumn whispered to the wind: I fall-but always rise again."
How true
So whether you feel like the leaf that has just changed the most vibrant color of cherry red
or the leaf that seems to float through the winds of change in the wrong direction entirely
or the leaf that has fallen, cracked and dry perhaps never to be found again
in intentional rest
the soul always rises again...
handwritten on August 12, 2020
Sometimes you
arise with the
rise of the
newest day
a smell or a thought
teeming with wonder
transforming fascination
or just realization
after realization that
you experienced the sweetest
story that just
wrote something simple but
so different on
your heart with a new
sense of being a soleful
reprise of something you composed
yesterday but left unfinished
just so you could realize
the sweetest story
again
today
