cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
The playground was filled with big third graders. I missed being on the first-grade playground where I felt safe. Second graders had been moved to the main Tremont School campus and recess was now an uncertain time where older third graders roamed. I ran to the swing set and Sally yelled at me to “wait…
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Angst, religion, the entire system. Last week a friend adding something challenge to that system. My anger and rage; God knows me by name. Surges of words rush forth, and lips smack them back.
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Beads of sweat roll down my face, dripping into a pool beneath me. I hold my body aloft from my forearms, belly tight, feet flexed toward the back of the room, palms gripping my mat and upper arms starting to shake. “Now, raise your hips high in the air and begin to walk your feet…
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7:30 AM. The ring of one of those generic alarms sounds in my ears. I should probably get up and get going if I want my day to look anything like productive and if I want to be at work by 8:30. I hit snooze instead. Just a few more minutes. The same alarm sounds…
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I am laying on the couch under the warmest blanket in our house waiting for our children to wake up. I open the thermos filled with hot coffee my husband left for me on the table. Tendrils of steam rise to greet my chilled face and I deeply inhale the scent of french vanilla. Just…
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Exhale. Not my strong point. I—N—H—A—L—E, in in in in in in fill it to the tippy top Now hold, all full of life, love, everything everything Don’t. want. to. let. it. go.
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A peek into the running dialogue in my mind: Whew! What a week. Thank goodness I got out of there on time, I don’t want to be late.
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I went to a friend’s word wall art party and purchased a saying that I love for a bedroom we are redecorating.
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