Thanks to my son's take home Scholastic News magazine, I learned that November is National American Heritage Month. For Language and Literature night tonight, I pulled a free printable from TeacherVision to learn about Picture Language used to communicate between tribes. Both the boys tried their hands at telling a story with just the main points, … Continue reading In the Corners and Cobwebs of Every Civilization…Were the Poets and Artists
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Magnitude of the Heart Precludes
Language and Literature night started out with poetry, and turned into playing with rhyming words and trying to make something of it - all around Gratitude - which makes me smile even more. This isn't a Rap. We are nowhere cool enough. No hip in our hop. But we had fun trying. Here are the … Continue reading Magnitude of the Heart Precludes
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A Happy, Jumbled Mess of Wordplay and Childhood Memories
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. These are the opening lines of the famous poem, The Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll. We read poetry last night, my 4- and 8-year old, snuggled on each side of me on the … Continue reading A Happy, Jumbled Mess of Wordplay and Childhood Memories
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The Art of Living Life as Art
Our lives are very busy with art and life and living and creating. It's not always easy to keep up with all that the boys do, but I figured if I take one night a week to try to sum up the last weeks events, we should be able to keep a rough idea of … Continue reading The Art of Living Life as Art
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Who are you Not to be?
What I want is a Stage... and an Audience... and a Community of Artists!Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? … Continue reading Who are you Not to be?
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Standing Myself in a Corner
(Although, if I must be confined... here is where I'd want to be banished!!) Today I am feeling less than authentic. What happened, I wonder? In an attempt to connect and get to know other writers, I joined up with a bunch of groups and got myself bewildered and directionless. Sadly, writing is a bit … Continue reading Standing Myself in a Corner
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One Reason I am a Poet
This morning as I listened to Flamenco Guitar music on my way to work, the thought exploded in my mind that the reason I am a poet is because I’m a scattered mess of an artist. I don’t think all poets are this way; I am not at all speaking for anyone else. All I’m … Continue reading One Reason I am a Poet
