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
handwritten on July 21, 2018
If you were that door
you know, the one that
has freshly painted blue coat
yellow trim
squeezed fresh as lemonade
beautiful fresh cut flowers that demand attention
at a distance you can see it
half a mile away able to
open at whoever is
passing by
in between crumbling doorsteps
peeeling paint and, you know
near that one door that looks out of
place that is just
left alone teeming with "sighs"
and "maybe if they kept up better"
and "lazy" and "tired"
"filthy and disgusting"
but you,
you were given another color yesterday
purple above the yellow trim
as if you needed it to be more
humble
reflecting off that, not dark but
sky blue the one that people
see for miles and smile and laugh at...
handwritten on July 5, 2018
It's interesting when I step into Children's Hospital, I never know what to expect. Generally, I see a patient and the next day they are gone. However, more times than not, it is important to realize that many children spend weeks and months sitting in the same hospital bed, looking at the same walls whilst trying to pass the times by watching movies or coloring by themselves, etc. It is rare that I ever have the opportunity to see a patient on a consistent basis. However, being that it is summer and I am not engaging in lesson planning, I find that I am able to build more consistent relationships with patients who are at the hospital for longer periods of time. Recently, I met a...
