handwritten on January 4, 2019
There is an intense change in the atmosphere and environment on Fridays. I have a long list of reasons why: Last day before the weekend, personalities are more amicable, the opening of a door, the shutting of a week, closure, fulfillment, leaving behind disappointment, pride, walking away....
People are perhaps more relaxed on Fridays. The tension of a new school days waits for two days while the weekend ensues. Or, perhaps people simply dislike what they do and so Fridays are a reminder that all things do come to an end. A break is on the horizon. Maybe we are lazier on Fridays because our bodies have already started thinking about our outside work environments. Maybe this is lazy. Maybe...
handwritten on January 3, 2019
Technically, this post is day three of whimsy. Already I have failed because I fell asleep last night before I was able to complete my post. Nevertheless, I had these thoughts in my mind yesterday and so I am still counting it as "on time" maybe even "early" though maybe a bit "late." Timely, this post is because it already reflects the anxiety of the word time. And Whimsical is (I have learned) perhaps the only state of being that must be free of time or thoughts of urgency or lateness or the anxiety of not knowing when or how circumstances will fall. Ironically, we had planned a surprise grandmother party for one of my colleagues who would soon be a grandma-to-be. The day in which the...
handwritten on January 2, 2019
Today is day two of exploring 365 days of whimsical. Only a day has gone by since my first blog post and already life has continued to change. Originally, I had every intention of writing a blog post today that discussed the whimsical relationship of metaphors. In other words, the whimsy within the English language that can create such a feeling that a word or an image become something different, worth observing, worth sharing, worth multiplying.
I will continue on with my intended "whimsy" experience until my words shift into an alternative perspective brought about by a turn of events in my day. In such a lesson as today, I had my third graders play a game where they were asked to write...
handwritten on January 1, 2019
This is day one of 365 days of believing in the whimsical, the magical and the wonder of life. There is a reason I have begun this project. I believe that there are bumps in the road that are meant to test our faith in various ways. If I were to label the incident which brought forth such reflection, I do believe the meaning of this project would ultimately be lost. Thus, I will move forward by saying that sometimes we are asked to "Shake things up" by Him. Ultimately, this and a recent book entitled Love Does has brought a new investigation of this word whimsy.
Prior to reading this book, I had the privilege of dress shopping with my brother's soon to be wife. In the moment of her trying...
handwritten on August 4, 2018
I walked among the concrete
backwards walking
slabs of concrete
pulled apart but forced together
realizing that nothing fits
perfectly
under construction
for how long?
until the pebbles
become a community
making one slab
of concrete
asphalt wishes
steps trodden
how suddenly our minds
become consciously aware
when life
appears to be
under construction
