handwritten on April 12, 2020
Today there is hope in tomorrow but also today. And if you're someone who constantly thinks towards the future then today is the day for you to find hope in today. We found hope in a little bit of sunshine mixed with dusty clouds today. We found hope in sleeping in late one last time before busy schedules hit this week once again. We found joy in hugs and quick trips to the dollar tree for cake mix and sprinkles. We found hope in wishing our friends and families a Happy Easter with a virtual chat from the extended family. We found hope in grilling out and preparing a meal just the two of us. We found hope in realizing that today is okay because we are together-still laughing at eachother's...
handwritten on April 11, 2020
I've been paying a lot of attention to the sun as of late. The way the sun comes up and the way the sun goes down. When the sun hits at certain points or shines through the kitchen through the side window just right. But I suppose what better a way to spend the beginnings and ends of every day watching one of the most beautiful symbols of time passing. Tonight was the evening before Easter and I watched from a specific place on my couch as the sun began to settle down for the evening. The colors of the sky were orange, pink and almost purple near one of the rooftops of an apartment nearby. Yet another Easter Eve gone by this one certainly unforgettable as there was more silence in the...
handwritten on April 9, 2020
Well- today was one of those days that I knew would come, but I still wish it had not ended this way.
I always knew that I would wake up one morning to a post or an online article stating Pennsylvania schools are closed until the end of the school year. I just was hoping that some kind of miracle would happen, that this process would speed up and that all would be okay. I was hoping that the announcement would be made in another few weeks just to give us that little bit of faith we have been holding onto-small threads of faith that we know could break at just any moment.
I'm not quite ready to write an open letter to my students because I think I would fall to tears in the process. And...
handwritten on April 8, 2020
3.5 miles: running
I left my gate leading up the stairs to dwell and I heard your tune humming through the breeze. I followed my ears with the notes floating on the breeze waiting to hear your song again. And there you were, just a tiny bird with a coat modest and true-hoping that when I left my gate I might be able to hear your tune. You floated with me as I stepped over the cracks and crossed to rid myself of people. And the strangest thing happened today that while you floated away saving your hello for another day, I could not get rid of your song. Your song road me up the hills and down, past street corners and cornered worries. The notes continued to stay as I looked up at the...
handwritten on April 6, 2020
3.5 miles running
I think for most who travel through this life, we have moments of lullabies. And life lullabies are moments that are meant to inspire and soothe, heal and restore, pacify and create pure love. I am guilty before of thinking of this recent life lull as more of a nightmare than a lullaby, but I think when we step back, we can turn it into a song that rocks softer, that embraces quiet time and removes hate, that cradles our loved ones close and allows for reflection on all that we have been given, the places we have gone and the beautiful people we have met. For my husband and myself, I would say it's probably the first lullaby we have ever had and there is great irony in...
