Enveloped in Silence

We are enveloped in snow.  I sit here in my pj's enjoying my snow day. I find snow to be majestic and powerful.

Silent Majesty

Snow....
Today
I love you
snow.
Today
I am in awe
of your silent power.
I love your
whisper voice
that roars out
into the night time
and now it glistens
in the daytime.
Today I love you
snow. 

One Little Word. Or is it? Little? In with 2019.

What one little word might sum up my hopes and dreams for 2019? Last year I chose free. And yet I was bogged down by circumstance and pressures around me that I could not control. I did not truly let them go or experience true freedom. But it's a great word. And this year's word will be very similar. Because I finally believe that I am worth it. To be free. Not to be held hostage by my upbringing, my past, myself.

This year's word is not little, it is simple. It's GRACE. Grace for myself, grace for my mistakes, those ingrained habits that I hate, the people around me, the little people that I teach. Grace for my children. Grace for idiots on the highways. Because giving grace away automatically extends it to myself. It also transforms people. Once I give grace to other drivers, they are no longer idiots, but people, who like me, make mistakes, mis-judge things, get in a hurry, etc. They become human. I believe this is true in all circumstances. Once I extend grace to my own children, I have allowed them to fail and pick themselves up and be the amazing people that they are.... human people, flawed people. People who try as hard as they know how and are not perfect. This gives them freedom to become. to change. to live their lives as fully as God intended.

Grace. 

It's a good word. Bring it on universe. 2019 here I come!

Constant Chatter

Everyday the chatter is loud, it's annoying, it is exhausting. "Do this... now!".... "Don't do that, do this!"... "You're clever!".... "Ouch! I know what you're saying, clever is not the same as smart!".... "you're smart.... sometimes".... "but I do dumb things"..... *sigh* "I know this....".... "But I'm better than I used to be".... "how so?".... "still weak, still scared, still...." "I have a better life..." ".... that you don't seem very grateful for...."

Something like that, which took a couple minutes to pound out, swirls around in my brain in nano-seconds. All. the. time. All the damn time. Just going back and re-reading it zapped my energy and left me feeling sad and tired.

But this is just surface chatter. It goes on and on and on all day. I escape it at night. Or I am at least oblivious to it in my sleep.

Below the chatter, there's more. These are the voices that drag me into the abyss.

It has been a long, dark summer.

I am waiting anxiously for the school year to start and time to pass and new things to begin. For my energy to rejuvenate and for kids to love on.

The darkness has brought me down. and I need to resurface. I need to purge the sadness, the broken-heartedness, the heavy weight of the decisions made that were the best I was capable of at the time.

Let the re-building begin. May the sun shine again. Today is the day I will rise from the ashes of my past, my choices, my circumstances and face whatever is next...

Melacholy Majesty

 A touch of sadness
in your naked branches,
while you reach bravely,
unafraid,
toward the sun.
Vulnerabilities exposed,
imperfections....
boldly thrust forward.

 Something so beautiful
in your sadness and strength.
Representative of the seasons
of life.
Death to the old,
casting off of what drags you down.

 Very soon,
you'll blossom again.
Life and hope
represented by your green leaves
and covered arms.
Adorned with grace....
both bright and fragile.

But today,
you show me
how to stand tall,
forlorn and alone.
Grace and strength
your only covering.
Your lonely branches
lain bare
like a soul
stripped of its defenses.
Melancholy and majestic.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
-Carrie H.

The gradual shift

It happened slowly. Gradually. Little by little. I realized some things about unions are needed for my profession. I realized that social capital is a real thing. Without it, it's just me against the world. And in order to make my life better for myself and my kids, I need help.  I need friends. I need a village. So I take one more step away from my conservative roots. First I go from union buster to union member. Then I go from each-man-for-himself to working for the good of all, greater good, blah blah blah. Only its not blah blah blah. As I become more aware of my need for help from others, I realize that I can't believe I need help from others and also that "my" tax money shouldn't go those lazy slobs on welfare. Because I might be a teacher, but I am still one of "those" people. My first three years of teaching I still qualified for vision assistance. And let's face it, I needed it. My family needed it. I can't be one of those "if they really want to get out of poverty, they can just get a job...." and be the person who is digging out of poverty with the help of an army of caring, selfless people. I can't be the teacher, parent, opinionated jerk, who says.... "We just need to spank these kids, my parents spanked me and I turned out fine...." Because these kids are not you and your siblings, and I really am not sure you turned out okay, in spite of your claims. Because when I look around, I see a broken society. When I see the science explaining the connection between trauma and the gaps we're seeing in children's learning and the behavior problems present in schools today. I say.... maybe black and white isn't working for us these days. Maybe there's a lot of gray area. Maybe adults who were traumatized are pushing through the best they can and in turn pushing our kids to push through the best that they can. Black and white; right and wrong; punishment and reward. They are not working for these kids. These children don't respond well to judgment, harshness, legalism. They respond better to patience, kindness, even tones. Don't we all. But follow the science. DNA doesn't lie. Trauma makes a DNA marker. Toxic stress makes a DNA marker. I could go on all day. I might do that.

So... if your trauma, stress, etc., marks your DNA, it's altered. Changed. Compromised. Predisposed to the marked behavior. Now we have a nation full of people battling trauma, toxic stress, effects of abuse, affects of neglect and poverty and all that goes with that. And we plan to treat it by cutting mental health spending, bringing back corporal punishment and letting those poor starving bastards dig their own selves out of poverty because it will be good for them. Oh wait, and blaming teachers for nearly every thing wrong with society today.

I'd tell you my rant is over, but it's not. It will surface again. and again. and again. From right wing conservative to moderate to a little bit liberal to full out ranting socially charged independent woman.

Up and down merri-go-round

Change.
So hard.
It takes practice.
Turn it over.
practice different behaviors.
Pick it up again.
Put it down.
Practice new behaviors.
Pick up old behaviors.
It's the dance.

Okay. Here's the deal. Last Summer I got serious about changing my health. Between June 21st and December 10th I lost almost 30 pounds.... 28 to be exact. But, you know.... holidays. winter. And slowly, celebration by celebration, more and more sugar crept into my life again. Then soda pop (or whatever you call it, Coca-Cola to be exact). Walking became lonely. Healthy eating became a chore. I got more and more out of practice.

Now I feel stuck. 10 pounds heavier. Sugar addicted. Sluggish. I have started experiencing health problems that I had not dealt with for months. 

Every morning, I start out strong. I resolve to eat well, avoid sugar, walk for my mental and emotional health. After I get done with my day, I don't care anymore. I want sugar, I want my chair, and a mindless tv show. I want cookies, carbs, and comfort.

I want it. I don't want it. I want it. I don't want it. I want it.

I want it. I think.

How do I get back to wanting it all the time? Because my health is in need. And my soul. And my emotions.

Here I go again.

March 11, SOL, Time....

Time.
Just uttering the word drums up emotions, song lyrics, thoughts, images. I ponder the time change and how hard tomorrow morning will be and my mind is flooded with little snippets of songs about time... "does anybody really know know what time it is, does anybody really care?"; "time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future...."; "time after time," and (of course, with all the memes) "if I could turn back time..."

Some days I really do want to turn back time. I want a do-over on so many shortcomings in my life: bad parenting, poor citizenship, less-than-stellar teaching. Most days I just want to maximize the time I have. But I know that this next week will leave me worn out and exhausted. The time change drains me and while I despise it, I love more sunlight during my waking hours. I know it will help me over come my winter blues.

Take time for yourself. Give of your time. The most precious gift you can give is time. Time keeps ticking. You can't stop time. Your time is what you make of it. Money can't buy love, it is spelled t-i-m-e. Not enough time in the day. Make the most of your time together. Time to exercise. Take time for meditation. You will not regret investing your time. You will regret not giving of your time. Time to play. Time to work. It's all about time.

Time. Such a precious commodity. I am trading an hour of sleep and many tired days of adjustment, for more time to enjoy my children and live my life to the fullest. But today, I am just barely dragging into this time change. It's time to embrace the time change.

Read about everyone's Slice of Life in the March SOL writing challenge.