The daily meanderings of a teacher

Bird Droppings February 8, 2016 Listening to a five note flute Each morning of school I stop by our local Quick Trip and stock up. Water bottles, protein bar, a banana, and whatever else I need to make it through the day. Today was no different till a young man approached me and stuck out…

Bird Droppings February 5, 2016 I was listening to the stillness of a morning, the sunrise, and or sometimes we need a window and not a mirror. I was sitting alone this morning as I do often on weekend mornings trying to get a few photos of the sunrise, today it was a smiling moon…

Bird Droppings February 4, 2016 The interconnectivity of all that is; a puzzle falling in place I left my house early on school days yesterday as always. I decided to grab a breakfast sandwich at Waffle House of all places. As I ordered a fellow next to me called my name and was a kid…

Bird Droppings February 2, 2016 Solitude is within ones soul and heart “No person, standing before this mystery, has the wisdom or the knowledge to see across the curtain. But for those who stand before their dead with aching hearts and tear filled eyes, one affirmation endures..one truth remains…and one light shines clear. Where there…

Bird Droppings February 1, 2016 Why would anyone be a teacher? I was talking with students several days ago about going into teaching and one of the students actually wanted to be a teacher. Along that line the Georgia Legislator had discussed previously if only briefly increasing teacher pay by four percent after numerous years…

Bird Droppings January 31, 2016 Our goal in teaching is for students to create new questions Over the past month I have been pondering New Year’s resolutions and advice for next year posting, emailing and even a billboard or two driving home from North Carolina veral weeks back. With all of the football games being…

Bird Droppings January 29, 2016 Selecting your pallet I wrote the basics of this article nearly twelve years ago and at the time was thinking of an artist friend who was trying to define her art as well as searching for her own meaning in life. My friend often reflects her political views and emotions…

Bird Droppings January 29, 2016 All in words we find “The farmer channels water to his land. The fletcher whittles his arrows. And the carpenter turns his wood. So the wise direct their mind.” Dhammapada Many years ago there was a folk song entitled, If I were a carpenter, as I read this passage this…

Bird Droppings January 26, 2016 Reconciliation of trust “It’s the examination of conscience. Unless you examine your conscience, you don’t know what you have to be sorry for and what to confess” Thomas Richstatter, O.F.M., S.T.D., Ten Tips for Better Confessions, The Gift of Reconciliation Sort of difficult ending this shortened week with a vocabulary…