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Sunday Morning Meditation: Book Love is Nothing Unless You Give it Away

The Little Engine that Could, Frog and Toad, Anne of Green Gables….

Sunday morning. Yah, I’m not a morning person. Not at all.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve grown to appreciate the quiet of morning. It allows me to sip my coffee at my little writing desk or on the patio when the weather is warm, take in the sunshine, and contemplate what is.

Sunday I try to read the paper, do some writing, and if I’m really lucky, I can quiet my mind enough to read a book. If I’m not working.

When I’m on a roll, I devour books like Fred Flintstone devours Whateverosaurus ribs.

I love sharing that passion for reading with little ones, especially those who are so tiny that they sound out each word letter by letter.

When they finally make sense of an entire word or an entire sentence, their faces light up like they’ve unlocked the secret door to a new kingdom. And they have.

I remember the joy in reading Shel Silverstein’s, Where the Sidewalk Ends, and the bittersweetness of life captured so poignantly in the The Giving Tree, in such a simple way that even a small child could relate to. I rediscovered Silverstein’s work as an adult in such giggly classics as My Uncle Oswald. If you need a laugh, you need this book.

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”

~Shel Silverstein~

My favourite books as a child were; The Little Engine that Could (which as turned into a mantra of mine), Frog and Toad, and Anne of Green Gables. What were yours?

Years ago, I struggled to read. I was not the first kid in the room to raise their hand at circle time to give it a go. No, I suffered from shyness, and was sent for remedial help. Today I have a bachelor’s degree in English literature. We all come to reading, knowledge, and the wonder of the world around us in our own time.

Wishing you the joy of reading, and the magic of sharing that joy with a young person. Happy Sunday…

PS; For the adults out there, some favourite books that I would suggest are:

Anatomy of the Spirit by Caroline Myss, The Dark Night of the Soul by Gerald G. May, Bring Me the Rhinoseros by John Tarrant, and The Heart of the World by Ian Baker, Mordecai Richler’s Barney’s Version, Moon over Marekesh by Nazneen Sheikh and A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness (because we all need to be reminded that there is magic in life).

Wishing you the joy of reading, and of sharing that with some of the younger people in your life.

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Why I’m Going to Be the Awesomest English Teacher Ever

" I cannot teach anyone anything. I can only make them think."~ Socrates ~
” I cannot teach anyone anything. I can only make them think.”
~ Socrates ~

You know those days? Those really, really, really,bad day?

Yes, the days that made some genius invent the hat with two beer can holders and a straw? 

Well my sweet little Sleeman-lights, I had a string of those days this winter that made me set out on a pilgrimage to find my long-lost dreams and slay the beastly, vicious, unrelenting dragon of fear that had me cowering and afraid to move.

The good news is I killed the bastard. 

Ok, maybe I didn’t kill it, but it knows not to mess with me for a while.

My pilgrimage has resulted in budding business plans, and a new course of study to get me back on track toward realizing  dreams I’d left behind.

Being a responsible adult doesn’t have to mean watching your dreams get washed out to sea.

I’ve always come alive when I’m learning something new, and I’ve always been pretty happy when I achieve another degree, diploma, certification or license.

These days it’s not so much the piece of paper that satisfies me though. It’s the knowledge that I have enough life experience to offer kindness and wisdom to someone else.

Being graded on a lesson plan which had to be centered around a song inspired the Parrothead in me.  How’s this for therapeutic education?