tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47600181184986854662024-03-14T05:36:45.034-04:00Talkworthy
Thoughts about learning, teaching and leading.Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-63024511417920439412021-05-21T07:27:00.004-04:002021-05-21T07:37:17.634-04:00A Memory and A Gift - #MarvelousMaryLee<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Today I am celebrating with so many others the retirement of a gifted educator and friend, Mary Lee.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Her footprints on a life of giving, teaching, writing, reading and noticing are too numerous to mention but will be her legacy. She has touched so many lives with her dedication, kindness, and curiosity.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I met Mary Lee so many years ago as we both taught in the same school district, served on many committees and participated in a very special book club. At a better time in education we were part of a teacher book club that met to discuss books and share our own writing. It is difficult to describe the connections we made at a time in education when there was a real focus on the child and what we could do in the classroom to make learning thoughtful and meaningful. Life and teaching were easier then with few distractions and a sharp focus on what was real and promising in educaton. We all grew as part of that group and made lasting friendships. My connections with Mary Lee were memorable and became a part of the fabric of my life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">(To Mary Lee: Do you remember this?)<br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcs5sxQadtOMuKgAp0reEIXnT1TkrYXzCQv5rBn16T3vwyCMH86EvcW59yeG48Q5BCGl1VYh5AFNyjp5BzbLipQJHykItbPOkbFbxhgwfdb5U65u5rYX9JNUfzBx4iE3_QuzC-A2mxAL4/s640/IMG_0250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcs5sxQadtOMuKgAp0reEIXnT1TkrYXzCQv5rBn16T3vwyCMH86EvcW59yeG48Q5BCGl1VYh5AFNyjp5BzbLipQJHykItbPOkbFbxhgwfdb5U65u5rYX9JNUfzBx4iE3_QuzC-A2mxAL4/w169-h226/IMG_0250.jpg" width="169" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">As we participated in our monthly book club meetings we shared our love of reading and writing. One day, Mary Lee put together this little booklet of a few poems and our thoughts on writing. It still sits prominently on my bookshelf as a reminder that we share a spirit that she so deftly captured in this small collection.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And now Mary Lee is retiring from teaching after 37 years in the classroom. I know with certainty that she will not stop giving, teaching, writing, reading, and noticing and I look forward to hearing about her adventures as she steps forward. We all become better humans from knowing Mary Lee.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My gift to, Mary Lee, is a meager attempt at a poem I wrote a few years ago for the Slice of Life Challenge. I look forward to staying connected and learning from you. I wait, somewhat impatiently, to read more of your writing so we can all feel the beat of your heart.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">W-R-I-T-E</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Write with wonder</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">as if you've seen the world anew</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">or searched deep into those memories</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">that stay close to your heart.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Reflect on the words you've written </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">ponder what you've said</span></span></span> (or didn't say) </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">write the words that resonate </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">with clarity and truth. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Inspire and influence</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">with your carefully chosen words </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">rouse the thoughts that speak</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">of who you are and the world you know.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Tell in the clearest way you can</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">the parts of you that need to be written</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">reveal your reality and </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">impart your deepest sense of knowing.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Entrust your writing to the world </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">let your words emerge and rise up</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">impart what you know so others</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">can feel the beat of your heart.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">CONGRATULATINS, MARY LEE!</span><br /></span></span>
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</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></span></span></p>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-80301380728789701022019-03-17T18:39:00.001-04:002019-03-17T18:39:18.195-04:00Energy <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 17 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been nursing a respiratory infection for a week. I've been miserable but will not be complaining here. I know at some point I will be feeling better. But where did my energy go? I haven't felt like doing anything but sitting in my favorite chair in the living room!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, I <b>needed</b> a few groceries today. So I set out this morning with my list of what I needed. We were out of milk and how could we go on without a gallon of milk in the fridge! My list wasn't long so I entered the store and started collecting what I needed. It wasn't long before my feet started feeling heavy and I would need to finish. I checked off my list and headed home. Oh, but when I got home I still <b>needed</b> to put those groceries away!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then I realized that I<b> needed</b> to do a load of laundry. So I marched down the steps to the basement, sorted the laundry, put a load in the washer and made my way back upstairs. It wouldn't be long before I <b>needed</b> to switch the clothes from the washer to the drier. So I made another trip downstairs and upstairs and back downstairs and upstairs to bring the load of clothes up because I <b>needed</b> to fold them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So many other little things <b>needed</b> to get done today. Somehow I managed enough energy to do them - at least most of them. But wait! Tomorrow is Monday and I have a boxing class to go to at the gym. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We'll see!</span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-50470533860895480592019-03-16T20:38:00.004-04:002019-03-16T20:38:33.882-04:00Revision<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 16 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been thinking about revision lately.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was in the classroom, it was sometimes difficult to get elementary writers to revise. When first graders wrote, it was as though their words were written in concrete. Permanently etched.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Difficult to change or remove. Even more difficult to stretch by adding words and thoughts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When third graders wrote, they were open to thinking another way or adding descriptive words to their writing. Using mentor texts helped them see there were other ways to say things. Sharing other's writing helped them to see new ways to approach their writing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I worked with fifth graders, they were much more eager to recognize the ways they could improve their writing. They were more playful and interested in trying new words, extending their writing or focusing on smaller moments in their writing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is it because writers move from a self-centered approach to a more sophisticated way of thinking about writing? Teachers everywhere are doing outstanding jobs of supporting young writers and move them toward more independent thinking as they write. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In my own writing, I will always find revising difficult. It's stepping away from the words and reading them as another person would. But, as writers, we are so attached to our words and thoughts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I posted on March 14 (<i>My Remembering Place</i>) with the intent of continuing to work on the piece over time. On March 15, I made changes and posted the revised version. But I had not stepped very far away from the piece. I need time. I need to give my writing some space to breathe. I need to come back to my writing when the actual words do not mean so much to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will revisit the post another time in the future. I need distance. I need time. I need to be open to making those revisions that I think can be made.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How do you feel about revision? How do you put yourself in a place where revision is possible?</span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-75195364210410277292019-03-15T09:56:00.002-04:002019-03-15T09:56:50.945-04:00My Remembering Place - Slightly Revised - A Work in Progress<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 15 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">My
mom had a small deck outside the back door of our home with just enough
room for a couple of chairs and some potted plants. She would watch the birds and rock to the warm summer breezes or sit out there to read and think. <i>It was her quiet place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">There
was a wooden railing that surrounded the deck, and my mom had placed narrow flower
boxes all along the top of the railing. They were filled with red, yellow and orange begonias, purple petunias and brightly colored lantana. She always had a few hanging plants that hung above the deck. She
was an excellent gardener and loved spending time on her deck. <i>It was her flower place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">We often found her out on the deck watering the flowers or pinching off dried
blossoms and leaves. Those flower boxes were treasure chests of beauty. She watched her flowers grow and tended them with
care. When I joined her on the deck, we would visit and talk about her day and whatever else found its way into our conversation. <i>It was her happy place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">One
year during the early summer months she had some health issues and was
admitted into the hospital. It turned out the summer was a series of
time in and out of the hospital. With so much time away from home, she wasn't able to enjoy her beautiful
flowers. It broke my heart when she talked about wanting to go home. I
knew she wanted to just sit on her deck and enjoy her flowers. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">I
spent most days with her at the hospital and I felt sad when she talked about her
flowers. I promised her that I was caring for them and that they were
beautiful. She ached to see them. I was determined to find a way to bring the
flowers to her. So I took pictures of each beautiful plant and blossom. I had the pictures printed and put together a
collage of her flowers in a clear acrylic frame. I brought the frame to the
hospital and placed it on the window ledge next to her bed. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Those
days were tough. She would drift in and out of dementia. She slept a lot but I stayed to be with her. When she was alert
she made sure that everyone who walked in her room (nurses, doctors,
family and friends) saw her beautiful flowers. She was so proud of
them. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Towards
the end of that summer she was moved to hospice and within days she was
gone. My heart ached. It was difficult to go through the motions of
burying my sweet mother. But there was one thing we did for her that I
think would make her smile. We took those pictures from the frame and
slipped them under the blanket that covered her in her resting place. I know
they are with her and that means everything. I like to think that she
is digging in the dirt, tending her flowers and enjoying the beautiful blooms. <i>It is her forever place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">These
days, I think she would be proud of my garden. I try to be the gardener
she was. I cherish the colorful blooms that make me smile.<i> It is my remembering place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
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Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-26082248919839362472019-03-14T17:39:00.002-04:002019-03-14T17:39:24.142-04:00My Remembering Place<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 14 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">My mom had a small deck just outside the back door of our home with enough room for a couple of chairs. She would often sit out there to read. <i>It was her quiet place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">There was a railing that surrounded the deck and she had placed narrow flower boxes all along the top of the railing. She would fill them every spring with begonias and other flower treasures that she found at the nursery. She also had many hanging plants that hung above the deck. She was a really good gardener. She loved spending time on her deck. <i>It was her flower place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">We would often find her watering the flowers or picking off a dried blossom or leaves. They were her treasures. She delighted in the beautiful colored blossoms. She watched them grow and tended them with care. <i>It was her happy place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">One year during the early summer months she had some health issues and was admitted into the hospital. It turned out the summer was a series of time in and out of the hospital. She wasn't able to enjoy her beautiful flowers. It broke my heart when she talked about wanting to go home. I knew she wanted to just sit on her deck and enjoy her flowers. </span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">I spent most days with her and I felt sad when she talked about her flowers. I promised her that I was caring for them and that they were beautiful. She ached to see them. I had to find a way to bring the flowers to her. So I took pictures of each beautiful blossom on each bright green plant. I had the pictures developed and put together a collage of her flowers in a clear acrylic frame. I brought them to the hospital and placed them on the window ledge next to her bed. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Those days were tough. She was in and out of dementia. But when she was alert she made sure that everyone who walked in her room (nurses, doctors, family and friends) saw her beautiful flowers. She was so proud of them. </span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Towards the end of the summer she was moved to hospice and within days she was gone. My heart ached. It was difficult to go through the motions of burying my sweet mother. But there was one thing we did for her that I think would make her smile. We took those pictures from the frame and slipped them under the blanket that covered her in the coffin. I know they are with her and that means everything. Wherever she is, I hope she is tending her flowers and enjoying the beautiful blossoms. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">These days, I think she would be proud of my garden. I try to be the gardener she was. I cherish the colorful blooms that make me smile.<i> It is my remembering place.</i></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"> </span></span></span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-66648305394965958312019-03-13T20:01:00.000-04:002019-03-13T20:01:03.385-04:00Not Feeling Well <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 13 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The flu crud has reached our house. I was the last to take it on. I know I will feel better soon but I just want to sleep through the day and night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tight breathing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Heavy weight sitting on my chest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Headache that pounds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A voice that is rough and low and scratchy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Coughing that keeps me from sleep</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life on hold</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Until meds kick in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And restful sleep comes.</span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-56896300512878665032019-03-12T19:59:00.002-04:002019-03-12T19:59:44.844-04:00Look Closely<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 12 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I grabbed my spring jacket and stepped out the door eager to look for the signs of spring. Here's a collection of my thoughts as I took in this beautiful day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Look closely and you will see the early signs of spring.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> a sudden greening of the grass</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> spring bulbs reaching for the sun</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> trees bursting with buds</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> birds darting through the trees </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> shadows made by the sun</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> neighbors stepping out of their winter caves</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> spring is here </span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-4090404653647850112019-03-11T19:20:00.001-04:002019-03-11T19:20:09.486-04:00Live Laugh Love<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 11 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a pillow in my living room. It's stitched with the words Live, Laugh, Love. I'm using that today as a framework for my post. Not feeling so creative today. Maybe this structure will help. What structures have you found helpful?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Live</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Live for the rainbow after the storm.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Live with joy and gratefulness.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Live with devotion and curiosity.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Live for warm breezes after a chilly winter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Laugh</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Laugh with children and family.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Laugh even when it's hard </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Laugh at the silly moments that happen.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Laugh at your own mistakes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love friends and family</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love sunshine and blossoms</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love blue skies and the green forest.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love the world.</span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-88344614006818063532019-03-10T13:20:00.000-04:002019-03-10T13:20:13.231-04:00Push<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 10 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I went to the gym this morning. I had a great workout. Now that I am home with a cup of coffee (and my water bottle) sitting next to me, I am thinking about the word "push" and how it comes into play during my workouts. I am not an athlete and never have been. My goal is to get and stay healthy. (I will turn 70 this summer.) My workouts don't match the athletes at the gym but I am making progress. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I start my workout knowing that I want to push myself today. I have health goals in mind and I know what I need to do to get there. I begin a treadmill workout and think about my plan for this portion of my gym time. I walk at a quick pace to get my heart rate up a bit. My goal involves me running at nearly double that walking pace for 30-45 seconds and then bringing it back to my brisk walking pace. My heart rate jumps up and I am pushing - 20 seconds - 30 seconds - 45 seconds before I drop back to a walking pace. Then I repeat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I recently started this "running" routine. I know it will take me awhile to build this routine into my workouts. It will take time and effort to raise my walking/running pace but it will happen. I have no doubt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am wondering this morning about the learners in our classrooms. It's easy for them to sit passively and perform what is asked of them. But is the "push" something that comes from inside when they shift from a passive to an active learner? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do they believe that their efforts will make a difference? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Have they set goals for their learning?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do they understand that it takes time?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do they know that there will be setbacks? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can athletes (and gym folks like me) teach them about learning?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-65976532139159109512019-03-09T11:19:00.000-05:002019-03-09T11:19:49.620-05:00It's Almost Time to Dig in the Dirt<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 9 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We change the time tonight and spring forward. These days our clocks will automatically jump to the next hour in the middle of the night. While I hate losing an hour of sleep, I can hear the whisper of spring and it makes me smile. Today, the sun is shining and it will be nearly 50 degrees. I sense new beginnings in the air. Spring comes in whispers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In my garden, I see green tips of daffodils and crocuses pushing through the dark earth. The peonies are sending their dart red shoots into the air. I can count on my perennials to be the first to wish me a happy spring. I walk the yard picking up pine cones that have dropped from the tree at the corner of our house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been receiving seed and bulb catalogs in the mail. I turn the pages with wonder at the beautiful colors of spring and summer blooms. I notice a spring sale at the local nursery. I may have to make a trip there today. I am itching to get started in my garden. I begin to plan the annuals that I'll want to plant. Always dahlias. Surely some coleus (the beautiful pink and green ones I found last year). Large green ferns nestled under the trees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's time to arrange the stones in my garden. They are a collection of unusual stones that my husband has collected and that one special stone - a piece of petrified wood that used to be in my dad's garden. It sits in my garden now as an instigator of memories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll put out the hummingbird feeders soon. The hummingbirds should start showing up in April as they migrate from the south. I love watching out my window as they come to feed. Tiny visitors with their whirring wings hovering at the feeder as they drink the nectar I have made for them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I dig out my garden gloves, shovels and rakes that sat in the corner of the garage all winter. The air whispers of spring. The birds chirp and spread their melodies through the air. And I am ready for sunshine and warm breezes. Spring brings me new beginnings and that annual itch to dig in the dirt. </span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-30581097212600869162019-03-08T19:48:00.001-05:002019-03-08T19:48:24.789-05:00Our House<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 8 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1955 - We were a family of six - my mom and dad, my two sisters and my brother. My father was building a house. When it was finished we would be living there together. I was six and it's difficult now to recall the details of that time. Thankfully, I do remember moments, and feelings, and sounds and smells. </span><br />
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were days that our whole family would go to the building site. We were
together and the sense of family was so strong. We weren't running off
to spend time with friends. We weren't distracted by the TV. And at that
time we had no digital devices that would draw our attention away from
our time as a family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mother would pack peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches. We would bring along a record player, games, coloring books and crayons. We
would spend the day in the space that would one day be our dining room. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What
I remember most is the smell of fresh wood. Walk into any lumber store
and you will know what I mean. There is something about the smell of
freshly sawed wood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The closeness of our family was like the strength of the timber. The timber that formed the foundation of the home my father built.</span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-72214982522931099112019-03-07T17:14:00.000-05:002019-03-07T17:46:31.074-05:00Chanel No 5<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 7 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For many years, my mother kept a bottle of Chanel No 5 on her bedroom dresser. I remember that someone gave it to her as a gift. I can recall the rich scent like it was yesterday and it brings back so many memories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mom was humble and we lived within our means so she would never have purchased such an extravagance for herself. The bottle was beautiful and the perfume a golden color. I thought it was the kind of perfume that movie stars would wear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There weren't many opportunities for my mom to wear perfume. But on very special occasions she would reach for the bottle of Chanel No 5 and dab it behind her ears or on her slender wrists. It signified that it was a special occasion that lifted her away from her daily existence. To me it was a bit magical. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't know what happened to the bottle of Chanel No 5 when my mom passed away. I wish I had claimed it. Now, I visit the perfume counter at the department store in search of the scent that brings me memories of my mother. I find a Chanel No 5 tester bottle and spray it into the air or on my own wrists. I take a sample card, spray it with Chanel No 5 and slip it into my pocket. For days, it fills the air with memories of my mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So if you see me at the perfume counter in the department store, don't assume that I am shopping for a new perfume. Oh, no. I am visiting yesteryear.</span><br />
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Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-60266421058893610572019-03-06T18:21:00.002-05:002019-03-07T17:16:13.565-05:00W-R-I-T-E<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 6 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">W-R-I-T-E</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Write with wonder</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">as if you've seen the world anew</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">or searched deep into those memories</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">that stay close to your heart</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Reflect on the words you've written </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">ponder what you've said</span></span></span> (or didn't say) </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">write the words that resonate </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">with clarity and truth </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Inspire and influence</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">with your carefully chosen words </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">rouse the thoughts that speak</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">of who you are and the world you know</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Tell in the clearest way you can</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">the parts of you that need to be written</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">reveal your reality and </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">impart your deepest sense of knowing</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Entrust your writing to the world </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">let your words emerge and rise up</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">impart what you know so others</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">can feel the beat of your heart</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-23517648248517960572019-03-05T09:17:00.001-05:002019-03-05T09:17:06.439-05:00Birthday Celebration<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 5 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The evening descends.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The house awaits a celebration.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's ready for </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My husband's birthday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As the family arrives</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The house shifts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">From a quiet, peaceful place</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To a crazy mix</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of noise and hugs and chaos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We circle around</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As he opens his presents</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the handmade cards</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">From the grandchildren.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We gather at the table</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For pizza, cake and ice cream.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The conversation wraps around us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Like a warm breeze.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our family is together</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Here in this house </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Surrounded by laughter</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And love. </span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-11531478944914749822019-03-04T10:56:00.002-05:002019-03-04T10:56:09.117-05:00A Shift of Words<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 4 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like many of you, I have been involved in countless conversations about education. Some of our conversations are about new instructional strategies or classroom environment. Some of them are about building relationships with our students and colleagues. Others focus on digital literacy or expanding our classroom libraries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Among all those conversations that I have been part of, there was a time when a slight shift in words gave us a sharper focus as we talked about what happens in classrooms. I was fortunate to be part of a district that focused hard on improving <b>teaching and learning</b>. One day our Director of Education began to shift our thinking with a simple rearrangement of words. While it was a small and simple shift, it had a huge impact on our conversations and what we did in classrooms. This occurred several (maybe even many) years ago when the conversations about teaching focused on the how and what we as teachers did in our classrooms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was common in our district to frame our conversations around <b>teaching and learning</b>. One day, our director began shifting our conversations by flipping our focus to <b>learning and teaching</b>. It seemed simple enough. On the surface, one might not even notice the shift. But then, it began to change the way we thought about our classrooms, our schools, and our district. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">We began to pay attention to the learning before the teaching.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This simple shift put the focus on children and learning. It was no longer critical that we focus on what or how we taught each day although that was still an important part of our conversations. Observing students, listening to their responses to our classroom conversations, valuing them as individuals, paying attention to our informal assessments became our true vision. We saw with new eyes, we sought to understand what students were thinking and understanding, we taught in response to what we learned about our students. Looking back, I know it was a simple shift in words but now I can see what a huge impact it made. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-33757243826623764452019-03-03T18:03:00.001-05:002019-03-03T18:03:22.064-05:00The story that grabs me my the hand...<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">This post is for Day 3 of the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teachers</a> for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm reading a book right now that grabbed me by the hand in the first crafted words, tugged at my heart and compelled me to venture on a journey into the story. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The book is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lost-Girls-Novel-Heather-Young/dp/0062456652/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=the+lost+girls&qid=1551653741&s=gateway&sr=8-4"><i>The Lost Girls</i></a> by Heather Young</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The story begins:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"I found this notebook in the desk yesterday. I didn't know I had any of them left, those books I bought at Framer's with their black-and-white marbled covers and their empty, lined pages waiting to be filled. When I opened it, the binding crackled in my hands and I had to sit down."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And it continues:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"The edges of the book's pages were yellow and curled, but their centers were white, and they shouted in the quiet of the parlor. Long ago, I filled these books with stories, simple things the children enjoyed, but this one demanded something else. It was as though it had lain beneath stacks of old Christmas cards and faded stationery until now, when my life has begun to wane with the millennium and my thoughts have turned more and more to the past."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The pull into the story was strong and I found I MUST read on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What makes this pull so strong? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is it the word selection?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Is it the author's craft?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Is it the promise of the unfolding story?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Is it the connection I find in those first few words?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Is it curiosity that makes me wonder about this character's life of writing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have your found books that impact you this way? What draws you in?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wonder if students in our schools have a similar tug when reading books they have chosen to read? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What draws them in?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What keeps them there?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can we know in the first few pages of a book that we will love the story? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-51894687554996775722019-03-02T14:21:00.003-05:002019-03-02T14:21:52.959-05:00Snow Visitors<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">This post is Day 2 in the 2019 Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to the <a href="https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/">Two Writing Teacher</a>s for bringing this community of writers together to share our writing in the month of March.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">A few weeks ago, I jotted some thoughts down in my journal after waking up to fresh snow on the ground. Today, I hope to expand my brief notes to a longer moment in time. I wonder what I will learn about writing, reflection and revision.</span><br />
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In the early morning hours, I step softly from my bedroom to greet the day. The house is quiet for now, resting in the slow muffled breathing of my family. In the hush of the early moments of my day, I glance out through the window and notice the soft, white snow that has fallen during the night. It's pure white flakes have blanketed the yard and covered the brown grass of winter. I love the brightness of this new-fallen snow. I strive to stretch those early morning quiet moments as long as I can. The peace. The quiet. The white. The calm.<br />
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I glance across the yard to see two rabbits darting through the snow. They leave the footprints that clearly mark their early morning dance.<br />
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And so the day begins. I am ready. I have seen beauty and felt peace in the beginning of a new day.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">This is what I learned about writing, reflection and revision:</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">1. There are small gems of writing in my writing notebook that are invitations to revisit a moment in time and expand. They are starting points for more writing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">2. When revising, word choice can be an entertaining way to discover more words and enrich the writing piece. I played with a few words and the thesaurus as I recrafted this moment in time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">3. Revising is an opportunity to rethink something you've written. I read these words and tried to take a step back and think about how I could make it better.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">4. Writing is never finished. On another day, I would enjoy working with this piece a bit more. Maybe I would make it longer. Maybe I would arrange it into a poem.</span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-75076943859917065672019-03-01T10:08:00.002-05:002019-03-01T10:14:37.093-05:00Blue Eyes<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My father had blue eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They were the clear, deep blue of the lake. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They were the blue of the brightest summer sky. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I always wanted blue eyes. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mine were brown. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I used to love it when he looked at me. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">His smile was sort of impish. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The creases of his face framed his eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And etched the wisdom of the years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My eyes were different than his </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But I'd like to think our eyes saw </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The same promise of each new day.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The good in others.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The magic of spring.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The love of family.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The promise of tomorrow. </span><br />
<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-21155763091847050842018-07-04T07:51:00.000-04:002018-07-04T07:57:28.055-04:00#cyberPD - Week One<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I appreciate the opportunity to read <span style="font-style: italic;">Being the Change </span>by Sara K. Ahmed and connect with others who are
doing the same in the #cyberPD community. I love the collective voices of this
community as we journey through our learning together. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I read the intro and Chapters 1 & 2 slowly because I wanted to take in the deeper
meaning nestled among the words on the page. I kept trying to step back from focusing
on the words to create a broader image of my understanding and the impact this book
could make in classrooms and schools. I think sometimes when we read professional
books we grab ideas from the surface of our understanding and think about how we can
implement them in our classrooms. But slowing down and thinking about the larger
landscape of Sarah’s words helps us understand more deeply the subtle changes we
can make in our classrooms and how the shape of our words in conversations can
create a larger and lasting legacy in our classrooms and schools. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Step back and think beyond the page to a wider perspective of what Sara is trying to
say to us. Like Peter Johnston in <span style="font-style: italic;">Choice Words, </span>it’s the words we choose, the way we
say them, and when we interject ourselves into classroom conversations that makes all
the difference in the world. Sara champions the voices of children as she shares her
collaborations with students and encourages us all to make room for the identity of each
child. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sara says that kindness, compassion and empathy have become buzzwords on
posters in our schools. This conversation that Sara is having with us in <i>Being the
Change</i> is much more than that. We need to guard against homogenizing these ideas
and hold fast to a deeper understanding and more thoughtful collaborations with
students. Sustaining this deeper understanding will take a little more energy than
hanging posters on the walls. It will take a consistent state of reflection as we build
communities that can make a difference in the world. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where do we find the courage and commitment to step forward in building relationships
that matter. Right here in #cyberPD. It's the place to begin. Our conversations with each
other will plant the seeds of deeper understanding and create a passion for what we can
accomplish in our classrooms and schools. I feel energized when I read the posts from
others in the group. I am looking forward to the conversations throughout July and I can
feel an energy building that will recognize and value the identities of students who come
together to make a difference in the world.
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</span></span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-71179752618805094942018-04-03T10:15:00.000-04:002018-04-03T10:15:21.743-04:00Old Man Winter<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Old Man Winter dropped by for a visit</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">during the dark hours of the night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I was unaware he was stopping by and </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">surprised by the gift he left outside my door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Snow had dusted heavily on the bushes and trees</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">and my car was wearing a deep cap of wet snow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I glanced at the forsythia </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">in all its yellow glory and was reminded</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Three snows after the forsythia blooms"</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Throughout the day </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">the temperatures warmed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The sun swept high in the sky and </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">melted the snowy blanket that had covered the land.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I could see the green blades of grass </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">uncovered by the melting snow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Old Man Winter may visit another day, but</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">the purple and yellow crocuses are still poking through the snow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The daffodil buds are huddling tightly together </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">until their day to open comes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Soon, Old Man Winter will take his rest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">and spring will bring us sunshine and flowers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I wait patiently and hope for spring to visit with me soon. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">She's just around the corner.</span><br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-9710201057115579312018-03-31T10:44:00.001-04:002018-03-31T10:44:37.489-04:00Thank You<span style="font-size: x-large;">I am thankful for Slice of Life 2018 because</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I met so many new writers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I received responses to my writing that made me a stronger writer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was given suggestions that gave depth to my writing life.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I wrote every day (wasn't sure I would make it on some days).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I received so much encouragement from others.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was able to read and respond to other writers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I connected through the stories of others.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was able to recall so many of my own memories through the writing of others.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I appreciated some new formats for blog posts.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was encouraged to keep participating through Slide of Life Tuesdays.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thanks to everyone! </span> <br />
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<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-17297163029855658072018-03-30T12:25:00.002-04:002018-03-30T12:25:59.406-04:00The Lighthouse on the Sky Blue Cloth<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><i>I
have a few pieces of writing that I revisit from time to time wondering
if there is a way to make them better. I'll make a change here and
there, and the writing emerges with new language and new insights into
my memories. The pieces have been revised over many years. I am never
sure when they will be finished. So in the last few days of Slice of
Life 2018, I plan to share some of these with hopes that they will go
out into the world.</i></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Posted on 3/29 - <a href="http://talkworthy.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-piece-of-writing-cottage.html">"The Cottage" </a></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="color: blue;">Today's piece of writing:</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">The Lighthouse on the Sky Blue Cloth</span></span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwKWxgBVSSokeA6qM29OlU5qsynhsCFRiUayNdzZMAQYVvsrNAfPh6XQVzQya-fxkXYJyTKCU97j5_Tvf3mF2yWycdBaBsnTLLwAcqcnZ0s_Akr-W8DWC0odSB8aeIO6nyaI-WXufGWs/s1600/lighthousecrossstitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwKWxgBVSSokeA6qM29OlU5qsynhsCFRiUayNdzZMAQYVvsrNAfPh6XQVzQya-fxkXYJyTKCU97j5_Tvf3mF2yWycdBaBsnTLLwAcqcnZ0s_Akr-W8DWC0odSB8aeIO6nyaI-WXufGWs/s400/lighthousecrossstitch.jpg" width="300" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">Before me is a scene so carefully stitched - a cross stitch of the Lorain Lighthouse on a sky blue cloth. The lighthouse stands there proudly surrounded by cracked stone and bluegreen water. My tiny stitches created a picture that was pressed and placed within a carefully chosen frame. I hung it on its special place on the wall. I had hung it there so many times in my mind as I worked the colorful threads through the cloth. Before me it hangs, finished at last.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">My work on this cross stitch has given me the time to stop and think, reflect, plan and dream - a luxury I don't often allow myself. As I added each colorful stitch to the cloth, I watched my work grow. I've spent eleven months creating this lighthouse on my cloth. There were days I was sure I would never see the finished piece. Now that the last stitch was finally in its place and I so proudly stitched my name and the year, I realized that for me, this picture was not one of a lighthouse with seagulls soaring about its peaks and waves crashing at its cornerstone. Each stitch was a part of me. It was a collection of moments in time. It was bits and pieces of me and those I love. In each stitch, I could recall my reflections, my plans, my dreams and my answers found.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">The stitches in that window there - each one added through a long night when I stayed awake and waited for my daughter's fever to run its course - a night that seemed so endless. There finally came a sleeping child who felt cool to my touch. I laid my word aside for another time and took one last reassuring look at that angelic face on the pillow.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">The
grey stitches of the lighthouse's foundation urged me to think about how fast my son
was growing. I hoped he would grow up to be strong and able to reach for
his goals with an intensity that would not be easily torn down. </span></span></span> </span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">Every tiny rust-colored stitch in the roof of the lighthouse brings to mind the night Dave and I had an argument - about what, I am no longer sure - each stitch a painful thought of harsh words that should never have been uttered. Each stitch reminds me of the strained voices screaming words that hurt. It was so unlike the two of us. With each stitch I longed for that forgiving hug and the reassurance that everything would be fine. We loved each other and the strength of our love would be endless just like the lighthouse that has stood firmly for so many years.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">I spent so many hours and sleepless nights worrying about a student in my class that year. Over and over in my mind, I tried each way I knew to reach the boy, who in his own silent way desperately called out for help. Furiously working, I built the lighthouse with each stitch strengthening my conviction that somehow I must help this child. Each time I put my work to rest, I knew I could approach the new day with a plan. Maybe this time our eyes would meet, our hearts would connect and a child would smile.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">Those pounding waves near the bottom - I remember with each stitch, I worried about a decision that had to be made. Our dog had grown old and sickly and soon we had to face the decision to put her to sleep. Could we do what had to be done? Would we have the courage to say goodbye to one who had been a part of our lives for so long? When we decided to end her pain, I remember our goodbyes and that last hug. When all was done, the stitching seemed to fill those empty moments when I expected her to bark and only silence came.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">So many stitches, especially those of the seagulls flying freely near the roof, were worked with dreams and plans for the ones I love. My children were growing up so quickly. Each stitch was a promise to enjoy the precious moments we spent together. So many stitches were added with plans and dreams for a future full of love and happiness for my family and hopes that my children would know the contentment and the inner strength that was so much a part of me.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">I will never see a lighthouse when I look at my work hanging in its familiar spot on the wall. I'll see bits of me stitched onto cloth - a part of me in every stitch - my plans, my dreams, my worries answered. I often wonder what will happen years from now when I am no longer here, this house no longer mine, this picture still in its carefully chosen frame - no one left to know the me behind each stitch. Will someone hang my work on their wall - my collection of moments, those bits of me in every stitch? Will they wonder about the one whose needle stitched when they see the beautiful lighthouse on the sky blue cloth? </span></span><i><span style="color: blue;"> </span></i></span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-54974158643888320212018-03-29T12:23:00.000-04:002018-03-29T12:24:08.997-04:00Sharing a Piece of Writing - The Cottage<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><i>I have a few pieces of writing that I revisit from time to time wondering if there is a way to make them better. I'll make a change here and there, and the writing emerges with new language and new insights into my memories. The pieces have been revised over many years. I am never sure when they will be finished. So in the last few days of Slice of Life 2018, I plan to share some of these with hopes that they will go out into the world.</i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="color: blue;">Today's piece of writing:</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">My small, bare feet welcome the cool, green grass like an old friend, and I race down the path to the garden shed out back. The door opens with the slow creak of rusty hinges, and the aged, wooden floorboards groan with each small step. My eyes adjust to the long-held darkness and encircle the room. Once inside, the warm dusty smell of last summer's heat surrounds me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Each year the fresh, early summer breezes and the warming sun bring us here to the small cottage near the lake. The peeled and crackled paint of the cottage walls and the familiar cracks in the sidewalk bring back memories like the pages of a well-worn scrapbook. We greet each summer day with the laughter and the love we bring to this land by the shore - my mother and father, my sisters and brother, my grandmother and grandfather. We weave together the summers past with the thread of each new day. For here, in this small place beneath the wide-open blue sky, our cherished memories begin.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The peaceful hush within the shed is broken by the rattle and the rhythm of the seed packets I have brought along. I reach for the shovels, rakes. and hoes lined up like soldiers along the far wall, and awaken them from their winter rest. I brush the silken cobwebs from the watering cans and hoses. The fresh, summer air dances with the warm, earth smell of last summer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Behind the shed, I can hear my father and grandfather bring back to life the old, red tractor. Its rumble and roar break the silence and awaken the creatures who have claimed the land their own in our absence. The tractor pulls the plow that nudges the earth laid to rest under the cold snows of last winter. They take me for a ride atop the mighty machine wrapped in my father's arms and warmth of our memories. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Each summer, we mingle our lives with the earth and the rain and the sun. There is work to be done. With hoes, rakes and the bare skin of our hands we scratch the earth. My grandmother plants row upon row of tiny bulbs that will become her tall, majestic gladiolas. She carefully rests each bulb in the warm earth and covers it with the soil loosened between her wrinkled hands. My mother directs us with thoughtful words - always patient, always kind. We plant green beans, peppers and cucumbers. We finish our work with the smell of the earth on our hands and entangled in our clothes. The earth becomes a part of us etching into our lives the miracles of growth.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The earth and the rain and the sun play in perfect harmony their song of change and growth and new beginnings. A darkened sky and the first few drops of cooling rain momentarily stop us. My work delayed, I look to the sky and feel the cool, wet drops of the rain on my cheeks. In a hush, I can hear the tapping of the rain on the earth around my feet and smell the wet, steaming earth. The grownups run for shelter but my heart comes alive with the pleasure of bare feet in the wet grass and a cool, soothing shower. I run through the fields of grass and dance to the rhythm of the raindrops.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Each summer when we begin anew, the sun warms my bones still aching with the cold of last winter. As the sun rises high above, my skin turns a golden tan and my shadow glides beside me. Late in the summer's afternoon sun we hike out into the woods to pick raspberries. One berry in the tin and one berry to my lips. I return with my fingers painted red and give the berries to my grandmother. She will bless us later with a steaming pie like only she could make.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Each evening the sun's decent paints the early, evening sky with the pinks and lavenders of a summer sunset and brings me home to the cottage doorstep. We gather to talk and laugh and sing. There is something to be learned from this land. The old teach the young showing us the ways of the earth and the glory of hard work. The land brings to us its ever-changing, every-promising new beginnings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Years have passed and I no longer visit the summer place by the lake except when the warm sun and the fresh early summer breezes take me on a journey to yesterdays and beyond. Now I spend my days here in the country with my husband, my son, and my daughter. Each new day leads us on a journey into the heart. I treasure the days when I can smell the earth in my hands, when I can delight in the cooling rain, and feel the warmth of the sun. My family, the wide-open blue sky, the country quiet and my garden bring me every-promising new beginnings and the cherished memories we create together.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"></span>Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-28479317987540506752018-03-28T20:12:00.003-04:002018-03-28T20:12:46.095-04:00Today<span style="font-size: x-large;">Today, I am thankful for...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Spending the day with our grandchildren at Chuck E Cheese. They had fun. We had fun watching them have fun. Then, we went out for their favorite meal - pancakes. Love and hugs all the way around.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Going to the gym for a session with my trainer. He pushes me just beyond what I think I can do. I feel strong and healthy. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Listen to a book on tape that I am loving! I am fascinated by the story line and the language. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">All around a good day. I am thankful.</span><br />
<br />Karen Szymusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989718657089668579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4760018118498685466.post-32379383086468657802018-03-27T21:53:00.000-04:002018-03-27T21:53:36.569-04:00TomorrowToo late.<br />
Too tired.<br />
Too distracted.<br />
Too frustrated.<br />
Too lost for words.<br />
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Tomorrow.<br />
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