What makes up a miracle? Sometimes it is the the things we take for granted as indicated in this beautiful quote from Thich Nhat Hanh. This morning, I wondered what I might miss in anything I do.I concluded it was the things I most likely took for granted. Those are irreplaceable.
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Here are some beautiful pictures and inspiring words to begin the day. Take care.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RegU1SNRKJI&feature=youtube_gdata_player
It’s funny how the smell of morning coffee takes me to another place, floods of thousands of past mornings go filtering through my mind taking me to places I haven’t been in years. Maybe that’s why I love the quiet of the morning. Time for me,time to think no requirements of the day have set in, I cam be me feel to the core all that I am, all that I have been and all I will become. Each of us has that “morning”feeling at what ever time it is for you I hope you can embrace that stillness of the soul and mind, become at peace with all that you are. The daisy photo reminds me of life and my internal outlook there is always peace, even in moments of great pain and war, by peace I do not me love,flowers and song. But inner stillness a oneness…
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This post is a great reminder of the role we play in the life of the world and others who we share it with. It follows yesterday’s re-blog about courage. Everyone has courage and there is a runway for them. In the busyness of daily life, we lose track of the runway and need to stop, be quiet, and reorient our self in our world and with others. This will help us and the others we share life with locally and globally.
Here is a great thought for the day. Do what we can to make our world a better place for all of us. What I lack can be made up by the skills and wisdom of others in our concerted and com.passionate efforts
A beautiful reminder that Christmas is an every day undertaking. We are fortunate. Here in Edmonton, we celebrate the orthodox Christmas used by Slavic peoples and their religions and today is Christmas again or still.
“When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among people,
To make music in the heart.”
Every teacher should take a few minutes this post and the underlying posts the Larry Cuban refers to and, then, take a few minutes to watch the video. It is what we should take stock of each day. What do I do this for?
The following article and YouTube selection comes from a story written by Tara Pope published in the New York Times, December 24, 2012. It is an uncommon story of a gifted teacher whose life story becomes part of the physics lessons that he teaches. I saw this story on Joanne Jacob’s blog, “Linking and Thinking on Education” (http://www.joannejacobs.com/)
Jeffrey Wright is well known around his high school in Louisville, Ky., for his antics as a physics teacher, which include exploding pumpkins, hovercraft and a scary experiment that involves a bed of nails, a cinder block and a sledgehammer.
But it is a simple lecture — one without props or fireballs — that leaves the greatest impression on his students each year. The talk is about Mr. Wright’s son and the meaning of life, love and family.
It has become an annual event at Louisville Male Traditional High School (now…
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Here is great poem that echoes the way I can see the upcoming year. It is a mountain to be climbed and this mountain of life, although it has challenges, always provides a view. It is the hope and faith I have in myself and others around me that helps me climb and conquer.
As I enter a New Year, I wonder whether I can live up to the wonderful quote taken from the writings of Thich Nhat Hanh? Awareness of my words, thoughts, and actions is important as I move forward into 2013 which will be a year of substantial change.
Reminded me of the way poetry is written. The words find the poet. It is interesting how, if done well, we do not even really search for ourselves when we are lost. We only need to stop, be quiet, and our self will come to us.
**Lost and found**
Eyes of almond, be still my heart for your voice
has returned to this world.
How not a day has passed that I craved not your tender
voices echoing these halls, of shaky ghost and broken muses of the past.
Such rich tender words drip from your hand
Linger languid long on my heart
does pitter patter like that of a child in your world.
My first of this plane, o crush of words, of northern chill, and lips stained of wine.
I will stand quiet on afar mount range and speak not your name
but hold you softly above this madness,
oh my first..welcome..
**the art on this post is not mine, pulled from tumblr artist unknown but worthy of note
I found this in my reader today and felt it was a great way to restart. The quote reminded me I am part of the world and not separate. The picture draws me with its beauty and what I am united with; the world.
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