We’ve had a wonderful Spring Series this year, and last night was an especially inspiring session for me. Therefore, I feel inspired to share this morning just a few things I heard at our session last night, for your reading pleasure. 🙂
Opening Poem
Resilience.
Communicate slowly.
Awaiting.
Never let it starve for lack of what it needs.
Love.
We therefore have an obligation to each other…not to gaslight each other.
Friendship.
How do you know when you are done?
Awaken.
We therefore have a primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency.
Help.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
— Group poem, based on the poem, “How to Be a Poet”
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Favorite quote last night:
“My computer at home doesn’t have an “n” or a “b.”
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Word we learned:
“Prosody,” which means, from a reading teacher’s perspective, reading with ease and smoothness, but, do look it up in the dictionary if you get a chance. (Thanks, Meg!)
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Favorite Readback lines:
One big fat ringlet.
I’ve been forced to look at my relationship with boundaries.
I felt like I was flying through the palm tress.
They began to moan and dance.
“It’s my passion.”
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Did you know it’s National Poetry Month? You can write a poem a day by going to the NaPoWriMo site. Here’s my 3-minute writing to the prompt of, “I’d love to be a… [name an insect]:
I’d Love to Be a Ladybug
I’d love to be a ladybug.
Their wings are so tiny, so precise, yet strong.
I like the way they fold in when they land,
in several layers of red and white and black.
Their wings don’t always fold back completely,
as if their slip is hanging out a bit
and they just don’t care.
Ladybugs are sure of themselves, of their femininity,
of their purpose (but what is it? Eating bugs, I think!)
They don’t care if their skirt is a little rumpled for a minute.
But then they fold everything back in, neatly.
Unless, of course,
they suddenly, determinedly, take off,
which always surprises me.
Journal prompt: “I’d love to be a [name an insect, set your timer, and write for three minutes.]”