Dear blue, cool to my eye,painting the sky:You make me want to flyin a Boeing 747 across the big blueocean to Sverige with the yellow crosspiercing through flying, waving blue. My first car was blue. At 16, Iprophesied I’d have a blue car,and that it’d be, instead of a Plymouth Horizon,the type that Dad had bought Liana and Justin,a Dodge Omni.(O, yes, I had to be different.) And I suppose I have to bedifferent in having you as my favorite color.Stereotypically, you are for boys – for men,and I can’t figure out why it’s that way anymorethan I can figure out what is a man, who maybereally is rather like the sky, which to me seems soft, and is alwaysa welcome sight signifying the warmth of the sun,and yet is a clear and vast protection fromgetting burned.You are the cool that keeps me fromoverheating, and getting burned. And I must confessthat the shallow reason I wantedto teach at the school I’m at is becauseof you, blue. My every working dayis filled with you:Mustang (Carolina) blue. …
Well, this week passed with… some difficulty (because there will always be some level of difficulty in life), but God is our helper and he is getting us through. Actually, what I was going to write at first was “this week passed without a hitch”, but then I realized that it’s quite silly to say that because, as I wrote in parentheses, there will always be some level of difficulty in life. But, there was no major external, physical difficulty for me in my life this week – except for maybe getting out of bed while the owls are still hooting each day and heading to work. I suppose the only other difficulty is that I have honestly been struggling to really connect with God this week. But, I just keep praying little, little prayers of feeble faith here and there (because all it takes is a mustard seed of faith), and I know God hears those, and I have noticed strength and motivation here and there. Last night and this morning, especially, when …
Mom reminded me last week that it’s your birthday today, Sunday, January 17th. Happy Birthday! It was really good to see you and Grampa on Facetime last night during your birthday celebration. It was great to see everyone. I wish I could have jumped through the screen and teleported to Aunt Michelle’s living room to be there with you all. (Or at least spend more time online with you.) It’s always good spending time with everyone. I am especially longing for it lately. I’m tired of being socially distanced. Having the tendency to be introverted, I normally wouldn’t mind the social distance. But, this is too much. This introvert needs energy from others at times, and when I need it and it’s not freely available, it makes me realize that this pandemic has been having its way for too long. During the Fall semester in my classroom, there was a day when I went around to each of my in-person students to check on their work. In my closer-than-usual-in-a-pandemic interactions with them, and the energy …
I am going to sore muscles, leg aches,worn down Brooks from pounding up and down my neighborhood streetson most days of the week in preparation for running a 5k in at least 30 minutes.It may or may not happen in February, during my school’s annualStampede in the Park that supports the cross country team.We’ll see. I’m going to put in the work. I’m going to my kitchen table, Dunkin’ Donuts,or my favorite seat on the firm couch, for Time To Writea letter to grandparents, a poem, a few paragraphs of my fairy tale, and spiritual encouragement, at least once a week for each of those.I’m going to growing my audience, because I just want to write, and for it to make a difference in someone’s life. I’m going to put in the work I’m going to consistent quiet mornings, and moments whenever I can,with black coffee nearby and Bible notebook in hand.I’m going to “Our Father in heaven… your kingdom come… give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts… and deliver …
Amidst the prayers that seemed to me
all over the place, at least there was one
prayer that I could pray, which, was to stay –
to remain focused. I could at least focus on that prayer.
So, I want to make a habit of writing in order to catch you up on what’s going on in the Oyerinde world. Or, if that’s too boring, to let you know what’s going on in my mind – which could be more exciting than the reality of my life.
I was told that you like to read. Since I like to write, and you like to read, then I thought we’re a perfect match – except that I like to read, too, and would love to read something from you, too, every once in a while. (I did enjoy reading your letters you used to write and send.)
Teach Write has got me
writing gratitude haikus:
it’s reviving me.
Ella Lyon’s book’s
gone unread on my shelf, but
now’s its time for me.
Which led my mind to
my Poetry subscription:
During the month of November, I will be joining Teach Write in the #Gratiku challenge, in which we write and share a gratitude haiku (or other poemish piece) every day in November. I may not write every day, but I will certainly try my best.
Ran three miles with
speed intervals after work.
Prep for 5k run.
Chicken pot pie from
farmers market for dinner:
another task done.
Waffles for kids, then
Time To Write for myself, then
kids, kids, husband, run.