This is such a simple photo. Yet, at the same time there is complexity and mystery hidden in the folds of the rose petals.
Monthly Archives: March 2015
Weekly Photo Challenge: Orange (Find beauty everywhere)
This post begins with a beautiful van Gogh quote and an inspiring mix of wonderful images finding beauty everywhere.
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
There are so many small beautiful orange things under the big orange sky. 🙂
WPC: Orange: What’s not to love about orange? It’s vibrant. It’s cheerful. It makes a statement.
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von Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I follow Lis`blog and do not always know what the text means. The pictures are always so serene looking. Today, there is text I understood from von Goethe. It is a wonderful thought to think that someone who is miles away can be with us and complete the world for us. “The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.”
Happy Birthday, Albert! | Catherine M Johnson
Happy Birthday, Albert! | Catherine M Johnson.
I am a big Albert Einstein fan and it is his birthday today. I enjoy his eccentric behaviour and wild hair.
Several years ago, a student asked who the guy was in a poster in our classroom.
Without hesitating, I said, “My Dad!” A second student expressed skepticism, but I answered with “Look at him. He has wild hair, is eccentric, and tells great stories. Its my Dad!”.
A third student responded, “It’s Albert Einstein. His name is on the poster.”
For the rest of my teaching years, students, parents, and I were always careful when I began to say something about my Dad. I clarified whether it was my real dad or my figurative dad. The two had interesting quotes in common.
My real Dad would say, “When you stop beating your head against the wall it feels better.” I shared that with students when we talked about Einstein’s definition of insanity: “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
Peace Lily
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This post reminded me of two things. First, Easter is just around the corner. We had Easter Lilies when I was growing up. They did not always bloom on time, but they were part of who we were growing up. Second, is reminiscing about the Beatles and John Lennon. He had a simple way with […]
Beautiful, beautiful women: Yusor Abu-Salha and her teacher
International Women’s Day recently passed. It is important to remember those who give birth and nurture life. Educating girls promises an enlightened future of a community. They are the ones who will raise the children.
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Yes, I remember it,
the day I’ll die, I broadcast the crimson,
so long ago of that sky, its spread air,
its rushing dyes, and a piece of earth
bleeding, apart from the shore, as we went.
On the day I’ll die, past the guards, and he,
keeper of the world’s last saffron, rowed me
on an island the size of a grave. On
two yards he rowed me into the sunset,
past all pain. On everyone’s lips was news
of my death but only that beloved couplet,
broken, on his:
“If there is a paradise on earth
It is this, it is this, it is this.”
Which person in our lives means the most to us
I love Henri Nouwen’s writing and story. Passion and (com) passion share a common root. There is a certain amount of suffering we have to endure to find (com) passion. It is nice to have people share that journey with us without saying a word and offering advice.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.” ~ Henri Nouwen
Out of Gas
Even when we are out of gas,there is still something that keeps us going. This is a wonderful old tractor accompanied by a beautiful short poem.
Langston Hughes
I love Langston Hughes poetry. I used to use it in my teaching. I shifted between poem and modified a unit on the poetry of the Harlem Renaissance which brought in other poets, the blues, hip-hop. etc. Hughes’ metaphors are so powerful and life-like. The students enjoyed Mother to Son.
Friendship
Octavio Paz wrote this short poem which despite its length I read it in several ways. The poem raises more questions than it answers. Perhaps, he wrote about sleep, a lover, or night itself? Whatever it is, this friendship embraces without being named.
Maybe in sleep this friendship arrives only to be brushed aside as we awake in the morning. Or, is it the waiting for this friendship that makes it more worthwhile? When we are mindful and attentive in living, it pokes through and rewards us with momentary glimpses that are so rewarding.
It is the awaited hour
Over the table falls
Interminably
The lamp’s spread hair
Night turns the window to immensity
There is no one here
Presence without name surrounds me
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Teacher as Transformer 