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Musings about Raising and Teaching Kids

Did your parents tell you about The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus? Did they serve up these characters for you as if they were real? Imagine what it’s like to be a child and find out these are all lies. Maybe we think are doing children a favor creating a make-believe world. But sooner or later they will learn of the deception.

I think, but am not quite sure, that I gave my kids (three sons) these as stories…fiction, but fun. Growing up is hard enough without having to figure out when something is real and when it isn’t. Life is tricky.

Are we always there for our kids? I’d like to think so, but the truth is we are human beings and we make mistakes and fall short sometimes. I know I have. In my heart of hearts I always wanted to be the best mom in the world, full of energy, knowledge, patience, kindness and able to care for my kids even when I was exhausted from work and suffering from the trials life handed me.

My boys are grown men now and my hope is they appreciate what kind of a mother I was/am. The things I learned along the way are valuable to me. I not only learned about how-to-parent (sometimes successfully); I learned a lot about myself, my belief system, my shortcomings, and what I was ultimately capable of.

As a mother and a teacher I learned a lot about the stages that kids go through. I remember taking a developmental psychology class before I became a teacher, but AFTER I had mostly finished the mothering of my young children. All I could think of was, “Why wasn’t I taught these things before I became a parent?” It would have been a lot easier and maybe I could have avoided a lot of heartache for them and for me. Being a parent may be a joy, but parenting can be painful and difficult.

You have to take a driver’s test before you can drive. Most people get a lot of education before beginning their professional careers, be it as a mechanic, engineer, plumber, attorney, whatever. But you don’t have any formal training for the toughest job you’ll ever have. Why is this? It doesn’t make any sense to me.

As for those teen-age years, one thing I know is that teen-agers are still children in their hearts. I believe that they want to be seen as grown up, but they also miss their childhood when they could be carefree—when they did not have a lot of responsibility and they didn’t know about the sometimes evil ways of the world.

When I taught high school I worked with 150 students a day. Teen-agers, every one of them. And I loved (almost) every single minute being with them. They wanted to be respected. They wanted to learn. Maybe they didn’t like the subject I taught (English), and they didn’t come to me with a burning desire to read all those books I required them to read. (I would be kidding myself if I didn’t admit some of them did not read those books.)

But we grew together and learned to love each other and at least some of what I presented in my English class. I cherish my memories of their excellent senses of humor and their abilities to let some things roll off their backs. They survived in the crazy world of high school. Well done, students!

Many people think teen-agers are all about caring only about external appearances, experimenting with sex, drugs and alcohol, and pulling away from authority. Sure it is a time when they are focused on their looks, their peer groups, and they may experiment and make some bad decisions. Who as an adolescent can say they didn’t? Adolescence is a time of disorientation as well as discovery. These young people are working to claim an identity that fits their ideal at a time when they don’t have a lot of personal experience in what adults term “the real world.”

Most of my students, at least 90% of them, were polite to me, showed respect to each other in my presence, loved to banter with me and were quick to laugh at themselves (and me). We managed to navigate some pretty difficult times together—the AIDS epidemic, 9/11, school shootings, and earthquakes, among other tough challenges. If they were willing, and many of them were, a lot of learning happened in the subject I taught (or was trying to teach). Teen-agers are not to be feared. They need boundaries for sure, but they need safe ways to push those boundaries as well.

My musings about dealing with kids wouldn’t be complete without three more tidbits:

  1. Don’t be afraid to tell children the truth. They’ll appreciate you for it.
  2. And don’t be afraid to keep them accountable.
  3. Strive to keep yourself accountable too, so you don’t become one of those “Do as I say, not as I do” adults.

 

My first year teaching–6th grade!

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Me with some of my high school girls.

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What are Americans Thinking?

 

Maybe we Americans have given up thinking completely. Maybe we’re a bunch of empty headed folks going from one day to the next without considering what we’re doing to our country,  and our planet and the people on it.

Is the world crazy or is it me? I cannot fathom Americans regarding Donald Trump as a presidential candidate.

I am happy I don’t have a TV. I don’t have to listen to any of the candidate babble and I am as far removed from the barrage as possible. What little I am privy to makes me sad and leaves me feeling incredulous. Maybe a lack of critical thinking is hurting  my/our country.

Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up and hear the sound of people speaking with kindness and to see people acting with understanding? Wouldn’t it be nice to know that we all made good decisions for the right reasons? That greed was gone? That wars would end? That we could learn to be happy with what we have and stop wanting more?

We got ourselves into the shape we’re in. Let’s put our heads together and change the shape of things. Instead of a Christmas list, I’m going to make a list of things I can personally do to make things better.

It will be something like this I saw on FB, but I’ll come up with something my own.

 

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Wait for it.

 

 

 

I’ve learned that…

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Chocolate is a good substitute for lack of estrogen.

I’m right once in a while, but when I’m wrong I learn something.

Men: you can’t live with them and you can’t live with them.

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Once in awhile it’s okay to be lazy. Treating yourself to a day without chores is showing yourself kindness.

 

The human touch can be magical.

Sometimes it’s better to just listen.

 

My husband has to put up with a lot of bull shit sometimes in order to love me.

Other times my husband is truly lucky (blessed!) I’m his wife.

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Growing older has some perks, though I wish my body felt younger.

Time goes by so quickly, I need to appreciate all my moments before they’re gone!

There’s very little certain in life, but the sun rises and sets every day.

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Everything about the ocean is to be admired. It’s a powerful force, and so beautiful.

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I’m happiest when I’ve accomplished something good before I relax.

Children are a source of great joy (and angst), and they can teach adults a lot.

My dog loves me unconditionally,

but she loves me the most when I take her for a romp on the beach with her ball.

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Life can be hard. Life can be hard.

It’s not the problem that comes my way that matters. It’s how I deal with it.

 

Being mindful takes practice and is worth the effort.

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My mother sacrificed a great deal to give me everything she could humanly give me.

I owe my mother a lot of respect and admiration. She rocks!

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Planet Earth is to be appreciated.

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I am blessed.

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Why are we so squeamish about breastfeeding in public?

People. It’s 2015. Not 1915. Women are showing their breasts in public in dresses that don’t cover their breasts completely. And what about the bras that PUSH UP the breasts for view as if they were being served up on a platter? That’s okay. But breast feeding isn’t? Give me a break.

This is fine, right?

WEST HOLLYWOOD, CA - FEBRUARY 24: Model Heidi Klum attends the 21st Annual Elton John AIDS Foundation Academy Awards Viewing Party at Pacific Design Center on February 24, 2013 in West Hollywood, California. (Photo by Jason Kempin/Getty Images for EJAF)

WEST HOLLYWOOD, CA – FEBRUARY 24: Model Heidi Klum attends the 21st Annual Elton John AIDS Foundation Academy Awards Viewing Party at Pacific Design Center on February 24, 2013 in West Hollywood, California. (Photo by Jason Kempin/Getty Images for EJAF)

But this isn’t?

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Look at the boobs!!! And this is okay? in public?

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You don’t even see a boob in this picture.

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What’s so wrong with what these women are doing?

 

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All you mothers out there who wish to breast feed in public, JUST DO IT.

Mr. and Mrs. Hypocritical Public: GET OVER IT.

 

What Happens?

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Remember when you first felt the electricity

as if it were burning your soul?

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Your lover was perfect. You were perfect.

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As time moves forward, your love may turn into something very different. Change is the only constant in life. Why not experience a change in how you and your lover feel and how you treat each other?

As time moves forward, as it will, things change. It need not be a bad thing; your love may take on new meaning.

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It is inevitable.

Years upon years change us as individuals, it is appropriate that our relationships change right along with time. Normal. Natural.

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Will it ever have that intensity again? I think so.

It may come in waves, but it does overpower us if we allow it.

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The times in between may be sweeter in a new way.

Then we discover each other once more–we absorb our memories–our former heat.

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What Happens?

What happens to us as young lovers

when first our bodies touch?                                                          

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Does the sky open up, 

fill our hearts with endless possibility?                                               

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How long does the metamorphosis 

affect our hearts and souls with                                                          

 

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showers of unguarded bliss and

twisting, swirling, juices of love?                                                      

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Does that electricity continue

coursing through our bodies

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lighting up the darkest nights?

When we young lovers kiss, caress,                                                 

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laugh and dance, does the pleasure

spill over into other people’s lives?                                                

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But where do we find satisfaction when

we no longer inject love’s drug?                                                       

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When it happens that youth’s

passion has been suspended; years later                                                

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do our dreams reach a climax before they

dissolve? Is there an ugly scar where                                         

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love’s hallucination lived? Or does the memory 

of ecstasy erase the pain of shattering

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our solemn promise of love’s fantasy?

What becomes of ardor when it’s ripped from

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our hearts and tossed aside without mercy?

Will the trash collector be required to                                             

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handle it gently as he puts our spoils

in the truck with the other garbage?                                                

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Must our love dry up and scatter to the wind?

Instead can we place it on a high shelf where                                        

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it can rest and wait to be rekindled and

reassembled when we need it again?                                                        

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Can the imagination of our youth transpose itself?

Will a new arrangement satisfy                                                 

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expectations of our earlier devotion?

Can love from long ago be solidified in                                                        

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later years once time and troubles have

blended enough for tenderness to resume?                                                

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Perhaps our craving will reappear to 

immerse us once more with love’s narcotic  

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Thinking Outside the Box

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Truck rusting in your yard?

Make a flower garden out of it.

Some people just know how to delight. Take the owners of these trucks on Sauvie Island just outside of Portland, OR. These clever folks planted flowers in different flower boxes. Bravo! That’s thinking outside the old box, isn’t it?

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Got a problem? There just may be more than one viable option when it comes to making decisions and solving your problem.

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My husband is a great one for realizing there is no box to begin with. Right away his mind goes in 50 different directions and he comes up with an idea. However, he is quick to warn you that there is a lot of thinking left to do. Don’t get too fond of that solution, because he’ll come up with another one in a few minutes, hours, or days. His problem-solving is a long process. He builds on each idea until he is satisfied with the result before he takes action. He amazes me with his brilliance.

I tried to teach critical thinking to my students, and it was not the most exciting thing for them. Try as I might to make it fun, it was more of a slog than anything. Except when we had Socratic Circles to ask each other questions about a novel we were reading. Make that: Some of them were reading for their homework. Some of them were texting, watching reality shows on TV, talking on their cells, taking drugs, (oh, there’s a good topic for Socratic Circle), and some were just growing hair on their heads and not much else. But I digress.

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I wish we, as citizens of the globe, would do more critical thinking about how to make this a better world. Some people do just that, but it doesn’t seem like it if you watch the news. I don’t have a TV, so now I don’t have to watch the news. I get my fill of internet news via my husband. I get to hear his rants about the craziness that goes on. Some of it is MIND BLOWING. I wouldn’t be able to make that stuff up. But don’t get me started.

Now all I’m thinking about in this moment is what to fix for dinner. Actually, I have to use some of the steps for critical and divergent thinking to do this. Civeche might be a good idea. I’ll think about this.

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What are you thinking about?

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Einstein’s desk photographed two days after his death.

Brains

Speaking of brains, my husband says he only has two brain cells left and those two are fighting each other.

I used to have an open mind, but my brains kept falling out.

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We can most likely all agree that our brains are a precious part of us. According to a couple of websites I visited, the statement that we only use 10% of our brains is pure myth…bunk! Read about it at: https://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/tenper.html

That’s good news to me. I don’t like wasting things, especially my brain. Lately I’ve been thinking (using my brain!) that I should learn more about this marvelous thing, and maybe even do some things to keep those dendrites growing. Those are the things that make the synapses. I learned a long time ago that we can keep growing dendrites and that Albert Einstein’s brain was packed full of them. Apparently his brain was examined after his death.

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We’d be lost without our brains. Look at all the things it does for us. I, for one, am going to look into things that can help me keep mine healthy. In the meantime, here is a list of 10 interesting things about the brain that I got from the internet.

  1. The average adult human brain weights approximately 3 pounds.
  2. The human brain is composed of approximately 75 percent water.
  3. The average weight of a newborn human infant brain is about 350 to 400 grams.
  4. Recent estimates suggest that the average adult brain contains approximately 86 billion neurons.
  1. Only about 10 percent of the brain is made up of neurons; the other 90 percent is mostly composed of glial cells. Glial cells perform a range of functions, including acting as a “glue” to hold neurons together. They also perform housekeeping functions by cleaning up excess neurotransmitters and supporting synaptic growth.
  2. The brain continues to form new connections between neurons throughout life. Old beliefs suggested that the brain was fairly set in stone early in life, but neuroscientists now know that the brain never stops changing.
  3. Among children and adults between the ages of 1 and 44, traumatic brain injury is the leading cause of disability and death.
  4. The most common causes of traumatic brain injury include falls, motor vehicles crashes, and assaults.
  5. The average size of the human brain has decreased by about 9 cubic inches over the past 5,000 years.
  6. The brain uses a lot of energy. While it represents only about 2 percent of the body’s total weight, it requires about 20 percent of the body’s oxygen and 25 percent of the body’s glucose.

This list is from: http://psychology.about.com/od/biopsychology/fl/10-Quick-Facts-About-the-Brain.htm

Okay, my brain is challenging your brain to keep up. Use it or lose it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is Sweet

What makes you happy?

Watching the whales?

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A garden with trees and flowers?

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Going to a concert?

Seeing a Mariner’s game (especially when they win)?

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The Seahawks in the Super Bowl?

Celebrating an anniversary? (Our 36th is coming up in May)

Spending time with family and friends?

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Your doggie?

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A beautiful sunrise/sunset?

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A walk on the beach?

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Counting on a friend?

A hike in the mountains?

 

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If you’re like me, the list of what makes you happy just goes on and on. Life presents us with problems for sure, but it also surprises us with some wonderful gifts too. It’s important to be thankful for all of it. So today I’m going to be happy because of all the seemingly small things that give me joy. Life is so sweet.

 

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Pirate Ships and Poems in Pescadero

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Some young Mexicans built this pirate ship at the beach at Los Cerritos. They rent surfboards here and live in it (and a tent) with their two sons, one is about four and the other about 6 months old. Who’s to say this isn’t the way to live? What a creative couple.

They even have a rooster and a chicken in a crate to provide a breakfast of eggs. There is a blanket over the chicken coop crate to keep the critters settled down at night, but that rooster wakes up early and crows for all to hear. Los Cerritos’s morning surfers will attest to this.

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I have a feeling the “ship” isn’t finished yet. But whose ship is ever finished?

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The “chicken coop” is off to the right in this photo.

 

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Close up side view

 

 

I got to thinking about how writing poetry is a personal thing like constructing pirate ships and choosing how to live. Maybe my poems aren’t all good, but on the other hand, maybe they just might do the trick (sometimes).

 

 

They’re not all good—your poems

the earth won’t move in

a different direction

an upside-down message of

extraordinary news

come to save us from ourselves.

They’re not all bad—your poems

they rest on pillows of ideas

ready to spring and cause

a commotion somewhere on

somebody’s front lawn

as the sun explodes in through

the crevices you didn’t know

even existed there.

Maybe they fall short—your poems

of making other poets weep

or laugh or smile outwardly

at your ordinary rhymes and words

set down with pen on paper

meant to please or even to 

enlighten a preacher—a teacher

a drunk—a seamstress.

Maybe if you scatter words like

pebbles in the sand and

send them out with some smooth 

jazzy sounds of a saxophone

we may learn to feel a little better 

riding two inches off the ground.

 

 

Failure is not a permanent condition.

Successful people know this.

Repeat after me: “Failure is not a permanent condition.”

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“Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.” – Winston Churchill

Celebrate and Sing Yourself (like Walt Whitman in “Song of Myself”)

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When I was a teacher, I gave my high school juniors an assignment to make a collection of poems in different categories as a part of an introduction to a poetry unit. Two of the ten poems were to be original, and the rest they were required to gather from books by other authors. The students had to thoughtfully comment on each of the poems, including the two they wrote themselves. One of those original poems had to be a poem that celebrates who they are. This was to be a spin-off of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself.”

It got me to thinking about celebrating and singing myself, and how many of my family and friends have inspired me and guided me to look for, and feel, the positive in life. I learned from them that we should celebrate ourselves regardless of what is happening in our lives…sometimes in spite of what is happening. No matter what the circumstances, no matter how easy or difficult the experiences, it is all worthy of celebration. Life is just life and life is good! I celebrate myself and sing myself.

The tune of my very own song is a joyful one, full of laughter and mystery. The people in my life surround me with love and I face my challenges with competence and confidence. I’m secure in the knowledge that failure holds the promise of true and pure learning. Oh yes! Lots of that!

I have a big, round life. Just when I think it’s going nowhere, it circles around and makes a satisfying a tie-in to its previous self. This is not a life that is going in circles though; it is a life full of valuable, interesting and sometimes happy connections.

Mine is certainly a life worthy of celebration. And in addition to the inspiration from family and friends, I owe a lot of my energy for perseverance to nature. Those palm trees and other plants that, not only survived the hurricane five months ago, but are going strong, growing new branches and hanging in there, are great mentors telling us, “Don’t let life’s storms get you down.” Consequently, I think it wise to stand with my shoulders back and my head held high. Why not greet each day with a happy dance? Gloom is for cowards. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. It’s easy to let difficulties get us down. The heroes are the ones who say, “Okay, bring it on! I can handle this.”

My father-in-law is a perfect example of this. He has stage 4 colon cancer and the doctors tell him to get his life in order, eat and drink anything he wants, and enjoy what’s left—six months to a year. I can only imagine how overwhelming and sad it must have been to hear this, but he is taking it in stride. What a great guy, to be thinking of others, especially his dear wife, and making arrangements for the inevitable. He says, “Well, if it weren’t to be this, it would be something else. I’m 84 and have lived a good life, and I’ll keep on living as best I can till it’s over.” His “what will be, will be” attitude is inspiring to friends and family. Bravo, Dad. You demonstrate real grace. You are my hero.

Somewhere inside each of us is a place we can retreat, be still, and listen to our own hearts. Then we can muster the necessary tools to dance with whatever life presents. Celebrate and Sing Yourself. Oh, and it might help to hold each other’s hands. What do you think?

 

Here’s the beginning of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
See the poem in its entirety at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174745

I’m just sayin’…

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  1. fugitive: fleeing, as one would flee from a dangerous situation, place, or from justice. But you can also be a fugitive from negative thinking; running away from bad thoughts. Right?

 

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2. When you turn something over and over in your mind, like you (and I) do as we’re trying to fall asleep, it’s called ruminating. It also suggests images of cows. Like cows chewing their cud, we choose to chew our thoughts—over and over, and we can’t get to sleep. In that case maybe we should count cows instead of sheep.

 

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3. purloin: to steal; I would use this word to explain that I purloined my friend’s play on words: “undivine intervention.” This phrase speaks to me and makes me laugh. Laughing is good for one’s health. And you may purloin the phrase, (UN)DIVINE INTERVENTION, from me now. (YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION, SO IT’S NOT PLAGIARISM.)

 

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4. rue: regret. I have many regrets, don’t you? I’ve heard you aren’t supposed to have regrets. What?!? How can one NOT have regrets? I suppose we could decide to take the lesson learned and run with it. Then we can appreciate what we said or did or thought and feel no remorse (another word for rue).

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    5. pedant: According to the dictionary, pedant is a person who lays unnecessary stress on minor or trivial points of learning, displaying a scholarship lacking in judgment or sense of proportion. In my opinion, teachers have to be careful not to be pedantic. I’m not mentioning any names here though.

 

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6. love: It’s Valentine’s Day, so naturally I’m thinking about this. I love lots of people and things and places. Today it is my wish to remember to appreciate those people and things and places all the time. Even when they disappoint. Happy Valentine’s Day, Everybody! love copy

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I love this person, place and thing!