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  • It was a Family Story

    August 5, 2023
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    No siblings. A trio: Mom. Dad. Me. That’s it.

    But not really.

    Our tiny nuclear family didn’t feel tiny because my mom and dad had lots of siblings. Growing up with an uncle six years older and an aunt nine years older than me felt like I had siblings – one’s that didn’t live in my space. It was the best of both worlds in my mind. I had the run of my house and the doting of aunts and uncles. Loneliness existed but was just a flight of stairs away from being abated. I long for those days.

    Those days of a close knit community of people who look like me. the ones who developed a me who will never depart.

    I live a thousand miles away from those oompa loompas and carry fond memories of the celebrations and struggles that we call family life.

    My tiny family grew to include a son. A son I had for thirty-three years, but last year my tiny family shrunk. My father first walked to the pearly gates, and my only child parachuted to the sky a short, few months later. Decimated.

    It’s just my mom and I now. We are separated by half a continent, but we hand onto each other in a way like never before – a swimmer and buoy – a blessing for the other.

    I’ve changed a lot in the last year; death can do that. Mortality exists in my mind in a way it never had before, but cherished memories live on. Videos have a place that can now not be replaced. Photos works of art. Lives created exist each day and each exist forever in the mind. Meaningfulness has changed. I am changed.

    What has changed you?

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  • Underneath Good Intentions

    August 4, 2023
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    Two months of summer gone in a flash. I blinked and my To Do List still lives.

    No deadlines.

    Well none until the last week that is. So I still have a couple things hanging out to do. I had intended to spread them out through the weeks. I had intended to go the SeaWorld often. I had intended to go the Busch Gardens. I had intended to have a lush garden. I had intended…

    What is it about intentions that hurt so much?

    Unfulfilled plans and wishes leave a hunger, a starving dream that gnaws at the stomach, and ulcer than can only be cured by conversion from intention to action, by the food of completion.

    Oh, there have been valid reasons for not meeting my summer goals (a severely sprained ankle for the most part), but that does not abate the worm of intention from boring into my brain. Even worse are the worms of neglect that drill holes in my relationships with others.

    How do I rectify my drags? How do I rise above the abyss that hovers over the sea of despair that drowns my self-esteem, my worthiness?

    I must soar to another land – the land of renewal. To meet the intention renewed. It’s never too late to change a miss to a hit. It’s never too late to redirect a fail to a success. It may be that I missed the timing, but I choose whether to miss the event or the opportunity to recreate one.

    Has your summer met your expectations? It’s not too late to make it the best one yet.

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  • The Details of Unremarkable Days

    August 3, 2023
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    Back to school today. I’m a high school English Language Arts teacher. No students today as we start with a week of administrative and planning tasks. Teaching is a mixed bag of highs and lows occurring weekly, daily, even minutely. Ask any teacher they will barrage you with wins and woes.

    I never know what to expect but must anticipate it, whatever that it is or might be.

    I am a newbie in the K-12 arena. I discovered this profession – which chose me not I it – fit well with my need for variety, my need for routine, and the guiding deadlines. Each day is a series of performances, judged by developing minds and the tanks they are filled with. I fear it. I thrive in it. I grow helping others grow.

    A gardener of the mind. Just like the gardener needs the correct tools and conditions to elicit blooms, so does the teacher need to create the environment conducive to promote growth. It’s not easy for either.

    I’m still learning how to do this because the details of these unremarkable days have the foundation to develop remarkable lives. Lives that I am unlikely to ever see to fruition. Lives built on a hope.

    What unremarkable moments bring meaning to your life?

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  • This is What it Cost

    August 2, 2023
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    Reading this has a cost. It costs you your time. I don’t want the price to be high, I try to keep it short (and hopefully of some thought-provoking meaning). It’s easier sometimes to just brush off something whether than to give it the time it requires to grow from an interaction with it.

    I love learning. For me the cost is minimal in the learning of something because it’s such a pleasure to engage in the growth of mind. My mind is always active – sometimes more than I would like. Spilling Marbles is all about expanding the mind. Thinking about random or specific things. It is focused on growth – mine and yours.

    What rings up the bill for me is putting something into action, especially in the physical activity arena. For example, I will spend hours planning the week ahead and implement (maybe) half of it. My brain fires on creating the route, but my body groans at the walk.

    What is your greatest expense?

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  • Nothing Lasts

    August 1, 2023
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    I have taken on the goal of becoming a plant lover and gardener. My history with plants has been one of undertaker. I buy one and start planning its burial with weeks (not to be confused with putting it in the ground, they go in the landfill and I run out to get a replacement. My theory has always been why buy cut flowers that live a few days when I can buy a plant that lasts for a few weeks for the same or less cash. I’ve even has some last for months.

    So I’ve decided why not learn to nurture the wild and invite them to be a part of the family instead of planning for their wake.

    This has been easier said than done. There is so much to know. It’s not as simple as giving light and water – who knew – how much is enough, too much? Or feeding them (whoda thought they needed food), when (and how) to give them a trim, keeping them from becoming tiny mites dinner, and how moving them causes them stress.

    Stress! Now that’s what this relaxing event has given me. I’ve undertaken a task for life, not death. Any pointers?

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  • A Random Selection of Bad Habits

    July 31, 2023
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    Procrastination, the habit of putting things off, is a profound skill I possess. I’m not alone.

    According to solvingprocrastination.com, “around 20% of adults procrastinate chronically.” Quite a statistic.

    My boss has called me a completionist. At first, I felt insulted when I heard those words, but when he said it again it made sense.

    I hate things hanging over my head so I want to get them done as soon as I can. The completionist craves the finality of a done job, while the procrastinator resists the starting process.

    This is the war going on inside this doer.

    Here’s where my friend Deadline comes to the rescue. Deadline is the mitigator of this battle. The commander keeping procrastinator in check. The looming deliverable is just what I need to get me up and off my you know what and out of my head to the task at hand.

    Are you a procrastinator? What do you do to get motivated to action?

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  • Death of a Queen

    September 8, 2022
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    Death of a Queen

    A familiar face has left the planet. It’ s hard to imagine a world without this face gracing the airwaves periodically for the United States, more frequently in other parts of the world.

    What is a queen, I ask myself? She didn’t tell people what to do. I don’t think she ever took anyone’s head off. She seemed to be a nice lady, a bit stiff in the old British way. That is what I think will be missed, her continuity.

    She, for me, is a culmination of a crappy year.

    2022 a year of death.

    Death, sweet release.

    Death, the gap trap.

    Depends on which side of death you are on. The world mourns, presumably the family mourns.

    Do the dead mourn too?

    The crown falls from the dead hand.

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  • Conciliate

    September 7, 2022
    Literary Journey
    Conciliate

    Stuck in an environment

    Stuck in a place

    Stuck in darkness

    Stuck here to wait

    Waiting for a reconciliation

    Waiting for a time

    Waiting for an alternative present

    Waiting a future divine

    Divine is the grace of God

    Divine love in store

    Divine levels all the past

    Divine goal evermore

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  • Pivotal Changes

    September 6, 2022
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    Pivotal Changes

    Once in a lifetime events are unexpected blessings or tragedies. These events affect our lives in ways we cannot anticipate, nor prepare for. Even if there are indicators that something is on the horizon, we cannot process the outcome until it happens.

    Love is like this.

    It is a place where you strive for it and then get it and don’t know what to do with it. Or you have it and lose it, then… don’t know how to go on without it.

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  • Meandering

    November 27, 2021
    Literary Journey

    Search

    See

    Shine

    I search for the connection to life and the everyday. Where is it? Where has it gone. I try to find the wisp that claws at my ears, disserting the phrase unseen. What is it that has passed me by? Why must it take so long?

    Then I search into the deep, dark abyss, and then there it is, a pinprick of life, so far away that I am not sure it exists.

    I wonder

    in the dark.

    I wander

    in the shadows.

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