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Bird Droppings September 25. 2022 Walking and listening among the Cotton Woods I walked outside earlier as I do many mornings, listening, observing, trying to understand this reality I am walking about. The sky was brilliant this morning, with a very slight haze settling over the cornfield and visible clouds. Over the years, I have…
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Searching for integrity
Bird Droppings September 24, 2022Searching for integrity “Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the…
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We all know the slogan, “just do it,” but I would add when?
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Seeing all is connected and intertwined
Bird Droppings September 20, 2022Seeing all is connected and intertwined As I thought about the Sydney J. Harris passage below and walked out to my car, I thought of my quiet spot on my back porch where I meditated, and something hit me. I generally sit facing east towards the rising sun; daily, the gossamer…
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Is the seat of the soul in the heart or mind?
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It takes more than one strand to make a rope, in life and education.
Bird Droppings September 17, 2022It takes more than one strand to make a rope, in life and education. “You cannot contribute anything to the ideal condition of mind and heart known as Brotherhood, however much you preach, posture, or agree, unless you live it.” Faith Baldwin Every day as I talk to teachers, parents, and/or…
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What about routines?
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Can we see a gray world in color?
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Bird Droppings September 10, 2022 Grandparenting/Teaching is telling our students and grandchildren the stories I have been lazy lately. I have been reading and documenting notes for my dissertation but have not pulled them up in a few days. I am finishing up the first three chapters of my dissertation. My title has changed over…
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Ponderingerest is that even a word?
Bird Droppings September 9, 2022 Ponderingerest is that even a word? Coming up are some exciting days. One is an interesting and yet solemn day, a day marked by dark memories; twenty-one years ago, I started teaching again after a twenty-three-year layoff; thirty-three years ago, we brought a new baby home. So many memories are…