handwritten on October 13, 2019
I think it is safe to say that our spirit sometimes runs a bit dry. Like we try to quench our thirst but no matter what it seems, the liquid is not enough to water the spirit. A rainstorm isn't enough let alone a few droplets. And I think when this happens it's important to find our spirit within another and surround ourselves with rest, a fluffy pillow and good people and good conversations.
It just so happens that others around us may sense the spirit that needs a bit of watering and a sprinkle of humanity because as I met a friend at Panera's today, I asked to get a drink, and I simply got a stare and a "no need to pay." A little confused I looked around me and said, "Why not?" The...
handwritten on October 12, 2019
Picture a bear arising from hibernation. He hasn't seen the sun in a while, his body is still a bit tired and he feels groggy. I think hibernation is a lot like being on night shift for two full months. You work hours upon hours underneath the stars when the city sleeps and the only people interaction you receive is that of your patients in the night and a few other individuals who are working the same shift you are. But for the most part-the city continues to sleep. And when the city awakes, you begin to sleep.
Hibernation mode just came to an end for the first time in two months, and I could not be more proud of my husband. And so this Saturday felt a lot like the first Saturday we have...
handwritten on October 11, 2019
I'm not sure what it is, but every time I'm sick I crave two items specifically: ginger ale and macaroni and cheese. And so tonight with a stiff neck and a headache the size of Texas, my husband with his good heart looked up the places with the best looking macaroni and cheese and we ventured out for a little fresh air and some good company. A strange combination, but sometimes the weirdest combinations are the ones that make our hearts sing when we aren't at our best.
In the midst of the meal I had to laugh because my husband at one particular restaurant always insists on sharing the side of the table with me instead of going to the opposite side. It began one evening when it was too...
handwritten on October 10, 2019
In the heat of my first year of teaching I remember excitement and passion and long hours of work all caught up to me one day within the classroom. It was a Friday I believe and at around 1:00 I was shivering, my face was on fire and I could hardly swallow. Just my first of many bouts of Strep that year-it seemed to be that symbol of "Stop. Rest. Slow Down." Because sometimes some of us need a real example to just stay put on a couch during the weekend and not move until the next week begins.
Flash forward five years (it has been a while) and Thursday, the night of open house is just around the corner. I'm putting up all the decorations, we are completing last minute projects and all of a...
handwritten on October 8, 2019
Over my last few years of teaching, if there is anything I have learned about humans and life, love and trust is that the magic sticks. If you are studying for a test or trying to complete something and you find yourself unable to do so...ask yourself this question: "Are you trying to stick magic?" Because what has magic and purpose and passion automatically sticks to the brain. This is why we can remember some of the most detailed moments of our lives that happened years and years ago. Like I can still distinctly remember going to Chincoteague and playing with all of my cousins and my uncle rolling so many ice cream cones in sprinkles for us during the evenings. And it could be that I only...
