Today is a dreary, cold, and wet day. In contrast, we experienced warm, dry weather for most of the last week. It is spring in Alberta and the weather changes on a regular basis.
I tried my hand at writing a poem again and this was the result.
Today, spoke in dreary tones,
The cold a knife;
Snow and rain danced together,
The sun hid itself away.
The world soaked with dampness,
It spoke not inviting words;
There were no paths to walk,
Instead, it was a day of solitude.
My inner world lightened,
Where the sun found its way;
Words arose from that source,
They find their way to this page.
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About ivonprefontaine
In keeping with bell hooks and Noam Chomsky, I consider myself a public and dissident intellectual. Part of my work is to move beyond (transcend) institutional dogmas that bind me to defend freedom, raising my voice to be heard on behalf of those who seek equity and justice in all their forms.
I completed my PhD in Philosophy of Leadership Studies at Gonzaga University, Spokane, WA. My dissertation and research was how teachers experience becoming teachers and their role as leaders.
I focus on leading, communicating, and innovating in organizations. This includes mindfuful servant-leadership, World Cafe events, Appreciative Inquiry, and expressing one's self through creativity. I offer retreats, workshops, and presentations that can be tailored to your organzations specific needs.
I published peer reviewed articles about schools as learning organizations, currere as an ethical pursuit, and hope as an essential element of adult eductaion. I published three poems and am currently preparing my poetry to publish as an anthology of poetry.
I present on mindful leadership, servant leadership, schools as learning organizations, how teachers experience becoming teachers, assessement, and critical thinking. I facilitate mindfulness, hospitality retreats. and World Cafe Events using Appreciative Inquiry.
I am writing and researching about various forms of leadership, how teachers inform and form their identity as a particular teacher, schools as learning organizations, hope and its anticipatory relationship with the future, and hope as an essential element in learning.
ivonprefontaine
Teacher as Transformer 
Those days of solitude could be revealing… A good attempt to find ourselves! 😀
Beautifully written! 🙂 have a great week ahead!
They are. Thank you. Take care and enjoy.
Beautifully done Ivon.
Leslie
Thank you Leslie.
🙂
You write beautifully. Fabulous poem. 🙂
Thank you Bonny.
The poem’s ending is a great surprise and brings the journey home 🙂
Thank you Christy.
Wanted to share with you and your family my spiritual thoughts for the day.
Emmanuel —Marie Hunter Atwood 2010
Oh holy night
In shining glimmer gleam
His birth the precious promise
For which we hoped and dreamed.
Oh holy night
The angels joyously sing
In chorus of our Savior
Prophet, Priest and King
Shepherds bow in worship
In awe to see Him there
Nestled in a manger
Emmanuel, Son and Heir
(chorus)
Holy, Holy, Holy
My Lord!, My God! My King!
Accept my adoration
As of you alone I sing.
All glory, praise and honor
to you alone I cling
As I humbly beg forgiveness
For what I cannot bring
For what I cannon bring
For what I can not bring
Holy, Holy, Holy!
My Lord! My God! My King!
Best wishes for today and tomorrow as you serve our Lord, Marie
Thank you Marie.