handwritten on October 22, 2019
Today was a day in which my view of "haphazard changed a bit." For those who know the story I am telling already, you will understand why the word "haphazard" is on my mind. I was told today that my walls in my classroom were "haphazard." So I naturally did a little research of my own and came up with the following definition: lacking any obvious principle of organization. Synonyms include but are not limited to the following: disorganized, messy, no order and unsystematic. And I had to laugh a bit because generally I'm in my classroom until about 6:00 or later planning and preparing and creating and sending emails and writing a note for my students. I suppose whimsy can sometimes be missed...
handwritten on October 21, 2019
I think every individual should find a treat for another or experience a special treat once a week. It could be anything. It could be a treat in the sense that it isn't something you normally do. It could be a treat such as visiting an unexpected friend. It could be a treat such as something you always tell yourself you are going to do...but never do. Treat. A word that can mean something edible, something experienced, something felt, something seen, something forgotten and then found. Something that rests in your thinking space but rarely ever leaves that space until you transform the thinking space into a "verb."
This was a deep beginning for what I'm about to say. Something I have found...
handwritten on October 20, 2019
I had a lovely autumn run this morning. It was about 55 degrees or so. It was the early morning time and thus not many individuals were out and about but some were getting their morning coffee or gathering for brunch or walking to church. There is just nothing like getting up before the world rises on the weekend and then watching the world rise. It's almost like watching tiny cocoons in many different neighborhood trees coming out from a slumber but taking flight from many different places in many different ways.
I saw many butterflies flying together or in partner pairs or sometimes just contemplating life by themselves before the rest of the world was shook from their sleep. As I headed...
handwritten on October 19, 2019
You have to love those beautiful fall weekend where the weather is cool and those leaves sprinkle the ground like confetti. Even better is when you get to gather with family and listen to jazz. Something about jazz and autumn mix so well together. It's this sense of trying to make small sections of time slow down long enough to catch that last leaf hanging on the tree or that last chord struck on the piano. And when you are listening to jazz (if you have ever) you notice that time does seem to slow-and even seconds slower than the normal day make a lot of difference.
If you don't know or have not heard of Joey Alexander. He is what I consider probably one of the most profound and...
handwritten on October 18, 2019
I do have the greatest parents in the world. Talk about spreading whimsy. They have been an example of whimsy before I even knew whimsy existed from arts and crafts and hours painting on the deck and the piano recitals and jam sessions in the basement. They truly combined their talents to teach us what it means to love the world and find our place within it spread our own love.
I went to an annual research dinner with my husband as part of the program he used to attend when in medical school at Pitt. And I always find the people there are so incredible and just lovely humans. I ran into an old friend of my husband but also a student who worked with my dad during her years attending Medical...
