It is good to be a woman.
I will tell it to you again:
It is good to be a woman.
Softer voice – fluty, soprano
distinctness cuts through darkened mind.
Strong voice crumbles flint-faced, war-set
stubbornness to break down and cry.
Dear blue, cool to my eye,
painting the sky:
You make me want to fly
in a Boeing 747 across the big blue
ocean to Sverige with the yellow cross
piercing through flying, waving blue.
My first car was blue. At 16, I
prophesied 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.)
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:
high-minded wasteland.
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.
Saturday:
Waffles for kids, then
Time To Write for myself, then
kids, kids, husband, run.
Thursday: first-block
planning. Woke at 5:30.
Moved slower to work.
Block two: two sleepy,
face-to-face. The rest on Zoom.
Stand and deliver.
Intervention block:
systematically, I
dole out make-up tasks
Digital textbook
with interactive lessons
had students engaged
and this teacher saved
and high from the
unprecedented focus
of her students.
