The daily meanderings of a teacher

Bird Droppings October 16, 2017 All is connected and intertwined   As I thought about the Sydney J. Harris passage below and walked out to a quiet spot where I meditate something hit me. As I faced east towards the rising sun the gossamer threads of life interconnected with everything. They were iridescent and softly…

Bird Droppings October 14, 2017 I am searching for answers in reflection and thought   Yesterday I was wished a happy birthday by a friend on Facebook and it got me thinking a since nearly two weeks to go to be another year older. Yesterday was not my birthday and it is coming up far…

Bird Droppings October 12, 2017 Thinking ahead   Occasionally I will have a crazy thought although my students used to say occasionally I have a normal thought and that would be more like it. They were insinuating most of my thoughts are crazy. My youngest son just had his anniversary this past week and so…

Bird Droppings October 11, 2017 Taking small steps   “Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   How many times are we told “take your time”? So often in life we are anxious to get the job finished or to get to the top…

Bird Droppings October 6, 2017 “Teach to where the learning will be not to where it is”   It seems lately the pressure of old age has been weighing on my mind. Today is the first day in some time I felt pretty good it could be it’s a teacher’s work day and my grandkids…

Bird Droppings October 4, 2017 Educators, why are we deliberately wrong?   I stopped playing the lottery many months back but I will admit that on a previous Saturday night with a Powerball jackpot of only about one hundred fifty million dollars I was pondering retiring if I bought a ticket and won. I think…

Bird Droppings October 3, 2017 Is the seat of the soul in the heart or mind?   I believe I was prepared from childhood to discuss this topic. It has been many years since my first introduction to Native Peoples. I was three or four years old when I first remember my father’s stories of…