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Bird Droppings February 7, 2025 Is it only a dropped feather? “If we consider the eagle feather with its light and dark colors, we could argue that ‘the dark colors are more beautiful and, therefore, naturally more valuable,’ or vice versa. Regardless of which colors are more beautiful, necessary, or valuable, the truth is the…
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Practicing Patience
Bird Droppings February 6, 2025Practicing Patience It has been nearly forty-five years since I first went to Hemmingway’s just off the interstate in Decatur, Georgia. It was a favorite local entertainment establishment. My wife and I would go before and after our marriage primarily to listen to a local singer who provided a fantastic evening…
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All of life is connected and intertwined.
Bird Droppings February 3, 2025All of life is connected and intertwined. “In all likelihood, one is in the past while in the present. The present is then veiled; the past is manifest and apparent. However, so transparently present that is veiled., and one assumes oneself to be in the present when one is not. To…
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Our example is how children learn.
Bird Droppings February 2, 2025Our example is how children learn. “We taught our children by both example and instruction, but with an emphasis on example, because all learning is a dead language to one who gets it second hand.” Kent Nerburn, The Wisdom of the Native Americans For nearly fifteen years, I have looked to…
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A morning meandering while thinking about the moon glowing.
Bird Droppings January 31, 2025A morning meandering while thinking about the moon glowing. Last night, as I looked out at the night sky, I honestly was not sure if the moon was glowing or not. It was too overcast. However, I started thinking back to tutoring a student trying to get caught up and return…
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I am Reading and listening to a philosopher.
Bird Droppings January 28, 2025I am Reading and listening to a philosopher. There was a beautiful sky this morning as I walked out; the weather was wreaking havoc with my sinuses: cold, hot, colder, and humid. On the one hand, I can count the number of mornings with frost this year. The sky, while partially…
The daily meanderings of a teacher 