I've been seeking refuge from hardening of the imagination by reading children's tales.
I look to authors like Roald Dahl and Shel Silverstein and remind myself that they were adults too. I try to find my creativity and make things with my hands to remind myself that I am capable of creating and imagining.
I've made terrariums complete with banjo playing astronauts, journals adorned with pigs and mice in britches, paintings that double as night lights with roosters on them, super hero dolls, trading cards, drawings of giants, and I feel that I have rescued myself from the dismal valley of "grown up." My writing though is still struggling. It has been so long since I have stayed in with hopes of writing something for myself that isn't simply a reflection, an analysis of a book, event, or film, or a line from my reading that struck me for one reason or another. I want to center myself again and focus my creativity towards writing.
It is my goal to find sanctuary from whatever it is that plagues the youthful mind as I wish to never lose it...
I'm still trying to figure out how to protect it.
Here are some great ones...love Shel Silverstein.
"God's Wheel"
God says to me with a kind of smile,
"Hey how would you like to be God awhile
And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
"Gimme back that wheel," says God.
"I don't think you're quite ready yet."
"Listen to the MUSTN'TS"
"Listen to the mustn'ts, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves,
then listen close to me...
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Back to School Not-so-Blues
It's been a long, long time since I've blogged, but not since I reflected.
Last semester was a bit to much for me to process. Towards the end it seems that all the tiny fires that have been ignited collide with high winds volcanic ash sloshing about. Really, it was a pretty terrible last week and I couldn't have been more thankful for that 3:50 bell on Friday afternoon. My break was great, I had a new year and a new birthday, so here I am a year older, a bit wiser, and hoping for nothing but a disgusting display of positive events this year. ONLY good things. It's all I will accept. Last year brought on enough bad for me to appreciate the good this year too. Gimme all that shimmers and set the rusty bits aside for a while!
The beginning of this semester hasn't been so terrible. I have two of three college applications submitted. The last one will be done soon enough and then I cross my fingers until March(ish) I think. Stress.
I am gearing my focus towards activism and dedicating my time outside of school to crafting and self-education.
Activism within the school is geared towards the Gay/Straight alliance. We have really broken some ground this semester -- I am looking forward to helping individual students and the school community as a whole become more comfortable with GLBT issues. The newspaper is taking care of itself but I am challenging my students as journalists, making them step outside of comfortable places and report facts. This has proven very hard for a Jewish student of mine who is approaching the Israel/Palestine conflict, but she presses on and I pound my fist in the air behind her. It's fun to push them.
I am learning a lot as well. I began the semester after a break that was a little too much fun without knowing what I would teach then deciding to teach something that I wasn't familiar with -- The Arthurian Legend. There was a lot of learning to do and I have actually enjoyed coming back to the legend as an adult.
I am dedicated to a book, a novel believe it or not, just for fun. It's about a fictional literary revolution in Mexico and these kids, well men and women I suppose, parallel lives of Ginsberg or Kerouac sleeping in caves, drinking tequila until sunrise, and the whole while celebrating poetry. It's fun -- The Savage Detectives by: Roberto Bolano.
There will be more as I try to center my focus again to blogging.
So to all my "fans"" (i.e. my wonderful grandfather), don't worry there will be more.
Last semester was a bit to much for me to process. Towards the end it seems that all the tiny fires that have been ignited collide with high winds volcanic ash sloshing about. Really, it was a pretty terrible last week and I couldn't have been more thankful for that 3:50 bell on Friday afternoon. My break was great, I had a new year and a new birthday, so here I am a year older, a bit wiser, and hoping for nothing but a disgusting display of positive events this year. ONLY good things. It's all I will accept. Last year brought on enough bad for me to appreciate the good this year too. Gimme all that shimmers and set the rusty bits aside for a while!
The beginning of this semester hasn't been so terrible. I have two of three college applications submitted. The last one will be done soon enough and then I cross my fingers until March(ish) I think. Stress.
I am gearing my focus towards activism and dedicating my time outside of school to crafting and self-education.
Activism within the school is geared towards the Gay/Straight alliance. We have really broken some ground this semester -- I am looking forward to helping individual students and the school community as a whole become more comfortable with GLBT issues. The newspaper is taking care of itself but I am challenging my students as journalists, making them step outside of comfortable places and report facts. This has proven very hard for a Jewish student of mine who is approaching the Israel/Palestine conflict, but she presses on and I pound my fist in the air behind her. It's fun to push them.
I am learning a lot as well. I began the semester after a break that was a little too much fun without knowing what I would teach then deciding to teach something that I wasn't familiar with -- The Arthurian Legend. There was a lot of learning to do and I have actually enjoyed coming back to the legend as an adult.
I am dedicated to a book, a novel believe it or not, just for fun. It's about a fictional literary revolution in Mexico and these kids, well men and women I suppose, parallel lives of Ginsberg or Kerouac sleeping in caves, drinking tequila until sunrise, and the whole while celebrating poetry. It's fun -- The Savage Detectives by: Roberto Bolano.
There will be more as I try to center my focus again to blogging.
So to all my "fans"" (i.e. my wonderful grandfather), don't worry there will be more.
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