handwritten on January 25, 2021
Our classroom created magic today
and it wasn't just a classroom magic moment but simply a magic moment
and if we are alive as humans-we know those magic moments are so pure and so rare
unforgettable
About ten years ago when I decided I would embark upon a vocation as a teacher, I remember pondering it
within my soul and wondering
why I had such a yearning to be such
when there were so many other vocations out there
and I remember trying to explain it to someone like this
if you have ever been in an ensemble, you know the magic that occurs when every individual is playing their own melody
but that melody no longer becomes their own when the response becomes a collective action
and a...
handwritten on December 25, 2020
Well I think it's safe to say that picking a title for 2020 that reads: 365 miles of clarity is now nothing more than a laugh. Because 2020 has been anything but clear. But through the muddiness, the heartache and global and emotional devastation of this pandemic, perhaps there has never been a year that has been more clear. They say sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. In this case, I think absence of "normal" created stronger more empathetic and beautiful hearts. So this year was clear. Clear in terms of who we are. Clear in terms of our dreams. Clear in terms of what we value as people. Clear in terms of humanity. Clear in terms of what we long for socially and emotionally as...
handwritten on December 9, 2020
Are you wishing?
But you are that
snowflake
beauty-filled flurry
floating where it may
escaping the confines
of the indoors
the masks
the heartaches
and gently
falling on the noses
imprinted on the souls
unique crystal
structure
endless variations in
a year that
seems
just that-
endless
but remember
so is
beauty
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
