Let the Day Begin

Turn the page

today you can
if you couldn't before
your chapter begins
today
each day begins this way
a gracious gift
to live again
today
breathe life into your day
accept,
let go
forgive
exist
today is yours
to choose to be
to be you
let your day be free
Let the day begin.


Oh, today. Today is March 1. I wait for this day every year. I breathe joy into this day every year. This day is always a symbol of beginnings for me and beginnings are important. Sometimes we need a tangible day or moment to move past, move on, be free. Today is that day for me.
Today is also a two-fold post, Poetry Friday, which I have missed for several weeks and the beginning of the SOLC. Enjoy today and breathe.
It is just beginning.

Little Bits of Sunshine

You know that feeling when the sun hits your face and it has been days or weeks since you felt it?

Isn't that the best feeling?

What other little parts of life give me this feeling:

My daughter's sparkly eyes
My husband's warm hugs
My son's silly giggle
My student's excited smiles
My colleagues' good morning greetings
My mother-in-law's daily positive Facebook status
My blog comments :)


Each one of these little moments, as they present themselves to me, give me that warm genuine good feeling. What little bits of sunshine did you feel today?

Write your own little slice of sunlight today and share it with the SOL community at Two Writing Teachers with Ruth and Stacey. Your words might be just what they need.

On Your Heart

Read, share and enjoy lots more poetry over at No Water River!

Back in October I was perusing Artsyletters, the Etsy shop of, Poetry Friday friend to many, Robyn Hood Black. I was stopped in my breath when I saw this piece.

(Photo doesn't really do it justice).

It encompasses so many things my husband loves. A sketch of one of the typewriters that he owns (yes he has more than one) and the quote was perfect. I ordered. It came. He opened it Christmas morning and was dazzled. It was awesome. This week I have been walking past this beautiful piece of art and I am reminded to "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year." I thought since parts of this poem by Emerson played an important part in my week I would share it. I am sure it is a favorite of many.

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day,
and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.

You can read the poem in its entirety here.

Here is another photo of the piece next to a wood burned plaque my husband made. I love it!

A Summer Dandelion

Poetry Friday is hosted by the animal loving poet and author herself, Robyn Hood Black (her name is so cool). Visit her at Read, Write, Howl to check out more poetry and touches of many topics, seasons and an animal or two I'm sure!

a seed
it sees
it breathes
the air
and varies
every breath
on wind
it glides
past the corn field
hi and bye
birds eye view
it dives and hides
an eventual
pull to end
the ride
it pops and drops
and droops
and slides
it stumbles over
blows right by
then rests on grass
a blade
or two
and doesn't
know just what to do
but lay and wait
for drops of dew
to sun itself
from noon to two
then burst and grab
and stretch
and slide
along the blades
above to ride
again the wind
will have its turn
but firmly planted
it will learn
to hold and
bend and
weave
and play
until it blows
its seeds away.

Random Doodling Thoughts

Serve up your slice over 

at Two Writing Teachers with Stacey and Ruth.

  

New notebook
new stories
new pen
new pourings
of poems
things and doodles
marks sharing
the page
visions and thinking
soon to be
perfectly imperfect
just like me. 

A Thanku for Thanksgiving

My Thanku is a thanks to the communities that have become a driving force in both my learning and growth as a teacher of writers. I would not be sprouting into the teacher I am without your kind words. It is truly gratifying!


Sprouts of happiness
Words collect sunshine and rain
Communities grow

Yesterday I heard about a two week challenge at Teaching Authors on Linda's blog Teacherdance.

THE CHALLENGE:
Write a poem of thanks in any form, but haiku are especially welcome. I wrote one in the comments of a fellow blogger and from there wrote a new one to post here as my Thanku submission.
I hope you will submit your own Thanku and check out the roundup at Teaching Authors on November 30th!

Revealing Trees

Many thanks to Anastasia at Booktalking, our Poetry Friday host today. Fill up with some delicious poetry today and all weekend. There's plenty!

I notice you
your leaves have ceased.
Dendrite limbs
reveal abandoned homes
of twigs and time.
In circadian rhythm
I passed each day
not knowing the teams of life
that sat chirping and cheeping
in the crooks of your trunk.