gets on my frickin nerve...s more than mosquitos in the deep woods of Canada!!
...we are having times to be by ourselves to get a perspective on our relationship...
"absence makes the heart grow fonder!"
I escape the sometimes drudgery of school
This is a personal creative non-fiction journal about a traveller and his canine soulmate. He sees the waning warmth of humans through his puppy's eyes. He thought much of our country's warmth went dormant when Bush stole the election again! Some of my angry readers suffering from overinflated egos might actually think that I might be writing about them on this blog! This site is pure creative fiction! Get a life, please!
I vented and then we flew the coop and negativity...
I come back with my loyal canine, Buffy, to see it so much more peaceful but still under the wary eye of Jesus Koresh and his manipulated and manipulative matriarchs
waiting like hungry sharks for the drops of blood that can be exploited and turned into a feeding frenzy... 4 pens missing from the sped secretary's (the unofficial queen of our sped tribe!) desk
of course it has to be my drama students who took her pens...
she left at 2...but why not stir the pot and put another niche into many wounds of our struggling drama club...
but no worries, mate...that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger...and we venture on with the play "Across the Pond Scum" with the Utopatchi twist
the pettiness of the department and all the jealous eyes of envy seem so minor to our responsibility that God willing, will be crawling around on our magnificent Mermaid Beach soon...sheltered in the dunes that we pay to keep protected by indigenous plants our backyard beach...
"As humans, sometimes we have relatively short attention spans, and we can easily lose track of time. We may worry about a seedling in a pot with our constant attention and watering for several weeks only to find ourselves enjoying the blooms it offers and wondering when that happened, and how we didn’t notice it. Nature, on the other hand, has infinite patience and stays with a thing all the way through its life. This doesn’t mean that our efforts play no part in the miracle of change—they do. It’s just that they are one small part of the picture that finally results in the flowering of a plant, the shifting of a relationship, the softening of our hearts.
The same laws that govern the growth of plants oversee our own internal and external changes. We observe, consider, work, and wonder, tilling the soil of our lives, planting seeds, and tending them.
I have planted the seeds in many different ways from the my children in school to...
our seed growing in our medium of love
Sometimes the hard part is knowing when to stop and let go, handing it over to the universe.
so right!
Usually this happens by way of distraction or disruption, our attention being called away to other more pressing concerns. And it is often at these times, when we are not looking, in the silence of nature’s embrace, that the miracle of change happens." (daily om)