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.
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.
planning. Woke at 5:30.
Moved slower to work.
Block two: two sleepy,
face-to-face. The rest on Zoom.
Stand and deliver.
dole out make-up tasks
with interactive lessons
had students engaged
and this teacher saved
and high from the
of her students.
My ninth grade daughter’s computer science teacher used
emojis in an email in which he answered her questions.
I could tell, by how she lit up when she showed me the email,
that those emojis gave her strength, and made him cool.
He hadn’t talked to me all week. I am sure
it was my fault. But, Lord, I have justifications.
My neighbor recently gave me a synopsis
of Men are From Mars. I ought to have known
that he just needed a cave moment. But, he
hasn’t heard the synopsis that Women are