handwritten on May 20, 2019
I've had a friend for a very long time. In fact, back to my travel soccer days, my marching band days in high school, the days where we used to take our lunches to eat outside in eleventh and twelvth grade. We wrote poems together, stories of our travels and trips and since then we have remained friends. But hard to think that we have been apart 8 years ( in distance) and yet we still find time to text and call eachother at least once per week. And that my friends...is a true friend.
Well this particular friend is quite a thinker, and she is constantly reflecting upon things she wishes she could do but has not yet. Or perhaps certain things she does not feel so very comfortable doing. But...
handwritten on May 19, 2019
In the city of Pittsburgh we have this unique opportunity to experience a street of positivity teeming with people and friendly faces and sunshine, a brilliant fish market and strong vibes of coffee, pastries and street performing. It's a street where one person knocks down another person which knocks down another person and pretty soon it appears as if the positivity has shifted down each block so that every corner you look someone is sharing happiness with another or a story or a smile.
I was struck by this moment of serenity after my husband ordered not one but two chickens on a stick as this is his favorite little vendor to visit as we stroll down the strip, talking and laughing and...
handwritten on May 18, 2019
When you live in the city, you tend to find whimsy in the growth surrounding the asphalt or the place where the sidewalk ends. Where the green grows into a thriving kingdom of vines and nature's designs under a canopy of blanketed dreams. After breakfast Saturday morning, I took a stroll beneath the trees, mesmorized by the age of those trees and what they have seen and who has stood beneath them and beside them.
Looking at the bark and the patterns and lines of secret tree messages as if to whisper all the truth and all the secrets of the world. Something about being beneath the tallest trees reminds me of how insignificant I am. How beautiful our world is. How important it is to see...
handwritten on May 17, 2019
I'm old enough to have grown up with a love and admiration for Saddle Shoes. There is something about those shoes unlike any other. They aren't quite a sneaker or a slipper. They are more comfortable than a dress shoe. I remember having my own pair as a kid, and I remember feeling dapper but humbled, able to adventure but also have a soul with a shine.
While at a retirement party today, I had the opportunity to hold the tiniest little baby with his own little pair of saddle shoes and plaid pants, and I thought to myself watching this little face has to be the most miraculous moment in the world. Small humans are unbelievable beings. They offer so much hope in their peaceful faces, so much...
handwritten on May 16, 2019
As a teacher, we talk a lot about philosophy. The word whereby it means a system of thinking of knowledge of understanding in a particular sect about a particular subject or a smattering of sorts. And it's tough when your philosophy doesn't necessarily align with the currently philosophy that is being nudged upon you. A colleague of mind-a creative soul and myself have talked all year regarding the high-stakes testing atmosphere that has seemed to overtake our own philosophies. And truly, life is not life without a struggle at some point in your life where someone or something is challenging your philosophy-your way. And you are forced to make a choice. Will I continue? Or Will I flea or...
