A New Day Dawning

As the sunrises outside
On this final day of the work week
Of this week of blistering heat
I am thankful for

My solar fueled home
My functioning and better maintained AC unit
The new air filter placed in it last week
The person who place it there on September 1st

The cooler mornings
The opportunity to see the rising sun more than once this week
The coaches who moved practices to the early morning hours to beat the heat
The women who met me for an early morning ride yesterday
The opportunity to ride again today after dawn

My God
Whose mercies are new each and every morning
Who set the sun in the sky during the birth of creation
Who set the very moment of this morning’s rising sun
Who chases the darkness away with His light
Who renews me each new day
Who prepares me for the next thing He calls me to

The colorful sunrise
The men and women fighting the current wildfire in the foothills
The cooler temperatures coming this weekend to ease that burden
The rain in the forecast to prayerfully help extinguish the fire
Though this fire scorches the earth where it burns and will leave a scar
Thankful that new life will arise out of it

My life
The men and women who fought to help me emerge from one of the darkest decades of my life
To see the new light dawning
To be reminded of God’s goodness and faithfulness
The joy each new morning can bring
The people who journeyed into and through this wilderness with me – you know who you are
My girls for the beautiful warriors they are and are becoming
My relationships – new and old – and the new life being breathed into them
My thoughts that are being renewed each day
My feelings in all their intensity, depth, height, sorrow, delight, and hope –
To feel them, for them to move through me, and to release them

My God
My Rock
My Redeemer
My hope for this new day and for each new day to come
He gave me this new song to sing
One I share with you today

Observe

As an educator, an assigned school administrator routinely comes to your classroom to observe you teaching and your classroom environment a few times each year. More frequently and more often if you are a newer the teacher and less frequently as a tenured teacher. These observations can be a dreaded part of your professional life or something that can foster growth, build confidence, provide insight, and allow conversations about what additional resources or tools a teacher might need to deal with any challenging situations in their classroom. Years ago when I taught full-time I enjoyed getting another pair of insightful eyes into my classroom to ask questions like, what’s the story with Mary? Or to say, did you know every time you turn your back to Connor, he throws spit balls across the room? or anything other things I could not see or know while focused on the content of my lesson. Then when I first started working as a mentor to new teachers, the school district offered training on “coaching” new teachers.

Recently, I began reconsidering and reevaluating this approach. I realized it’s similar to what a life coach or spiritual director might provide. The intent with coaching is to affirm and encourage who the person is and the strengths or positive assets they hold, and then to foster growth and insight through asking questions about what you saw (or heard) and allow the person an opportunity to respond and think about who they are, what they value, what their intentions were, and to evaluate whether what happened revealed what in today’s terms we might call their “authentic self” or not. If not, why and what might they consider doing differently.

For me, as a person of faith, it allows me to see areas of my life God is working to reveal more of Himself to me and/or to ask how I see myself compared to how He sees me… his beloved.

For me, I long to look at these things through a lens of faith. I know not all share my faith but I believe this practice could be beneficial to reinstitute in my life with a wide variety of friends. I know there are people who I can pay (besides a counselor – life coach or spiritual director)to benefit from coaching but I wonder if any of my friends, local or otherwise, share in interest in exploring this sort of coaching? Do you want to join me if I were to try to facilitate a small group in this manner? If so, would you prefer meeting in person or online?

This sort of group provides space to be real with our shortcomings and struggles and seeks to strengthen, encourage, and affirm each other while growing and gaining insight where needed.

Drop me a line here, on social media, or through messenger or text if you have any interest.

The Forgotten Ones

She doesn’t remember
She doesn’t remember when she first swallowed
She doesn’t remember when she swallowed the first stone 
But now she remembers they are there

She wonders about the forgotten ones
She remembers – feeling unheard and unseen
She remembers – hearing there’s nothing to fear
Yet quaking where she lay
She remembers – mean names called
No friends standing by 
She remembers – he said no to her 
But yes to her locker partner

The names
The ones pushed down
The forgotten ones
The unkind, hurtful names 
Four eyes 
Moose 
And more
But the worst of all… 

The teacher 
Sister to a parent’s classmate 
Play on a last name, Ryan – O
Rhino!
The teacher laughed 
Classmates joined in 
No one saw the shattered face

The disappointments
The harsh critique 
The uninterested dismissal
The laughing scoffs

The stuttering
Stumbling words 
Echo again in Spanish…

Her nervous, trembling lips 
Words stuttered
Spanish teacher’s mocking tone
Her derision to the stumble, fall
A bloody, scraped knee

It – the forgotten one – swallowed
Tore roughly at her throat 
Sat hard
Grew heavy in her soul 
Her eyes burned 
She blinked back the tears

She heard a chorus echo 
Don’t cry or they win
So, another one sat
Hard, heavy, and unmoving

Riskier endeavors came
Revealing to a trusted few
Less name calling yet
Held at an arms’ length
Stories not believed

Labeled 
Too sensitive
Too emotional 
Thinks too much

Eventually
Her heart ached less 
Some pain processed 
But the forgotten ones… 
Sat, hard, heavy, unmoving

She froze in pain
How her heart 
Like the forgotten ones 
Unmoving turned to stone

She froze in pain
She wondered what gripped her 
And turned her mind inside out

The stones sat hard, grew heavy
Drained her soul
She swallowed stones 
Long after she stopped she believed

Then, Something broke wide open
Inside

Like geodes bust wide open
In a protective sack 
Struck with a mallet 
Beauty revealed 
Sparkling, translucent, mysterious

The forgotten ones 
Busted open wide 
But no protection 
Burn hot like lava 
Slide down the hillside
Cover all, burn more

Her instinct 
Run, scream, cry 
Pulse strong 
Overwhelm her senses 
Beauty yet to emerge

She wants 
Beauty to arise 
Without the searing pain 
Ripping her apart
But the first necessitates the second

The forgotten ones
The wounds long ago healed 
Open anew
Fire searing heat
Transforming 
Melting
Molding

The forgotten ones
Unearthed
Rumbling
Bursting forth
Smashed open
Searing pain
Fire to the soul

Beauty emerging 
In a molten heart

Whom shall she serve 
In her Welder’s name?

Carve Out Time

Carve Out Time: A Necessity

In a world of instant messaging, virtual games and worlds, online shopping, streaming entertainment, and portable cellular technology, it’s easy to remain plugged in 24/7/365. However it’s important. No it’s imperative that we carve out time in our lives for things apart from this constant technology connectedness. We need this time to be more present with those we love. We need this time to let our creative juices flow. We need this time to settle, calm, and quiet our souls. We need this time to enjoy and hear what the silence has to teach us. We need this time to rest. To restore. To find stillness in a world of perpetual motion.

Carve Out Time: clockfaceA Survival Tactic

As an introvert, I need to carve out time to survive, to recharge, and to keep balance in my life. When I lived alone, prior to marriage, prior to kids, making time for those necessities in my life came without too much effort. If I wanted time alone, I didn’t make plans. I simply didn’t answer the phone. Or I walked out for a run after work when I wanted. If I wanted to read a favorite book or take a nap, I snuggled up under the covers in my bed and read or slept. I enjoyed meeting up with friends without concern for a sitter.

Now if I want to run, or rather take a yoga class, it takes considerably more effort to do so because when I arrive home late in the afternoon I have kids in two with needs to finish homework, to go to soccer practice, or to piano lessons. But I find the time for yoga (or my other necessities) because I need it. When I don’t, I don’t sleep well. When I don’t sleep well, I feel more stressed and tense, which all makes me more crabby and cranky. Crabby and cranky is not great way to make it through life, so I prefer to carve out time for my necessities to avoid grumpville.

Carve Out Time: A New Discovery

New post coming soon!