There is nothing like a good crisis to bring people together. Except if that crisis is a world pandemic where you are discouraged from being less than 6 feet from another person and to boot, commiserating with a fleet of friends, over nachos and pigs in a blanket, during the recent Superbowl was likely to become ground zero of a super spreader event. My goodness, America is just getting over our last stint with large gatherings and pumpkin pie. But hey, maybe we have evolved... like the virus. Now, you scientists out there are going to have to give me some poetic license. I do understand the virus has most likely evolved precisely because we have not. Virus' cannot mutate if they are not replicated, they replicate by spreading and luckily for COVID and its mutations, the world wants a big Thanksgiving and a house full of Superbowl Sunday.
There is also nothing like a contracting COVID to force a hard look into the mortality mirror. I suspect that roughly 108 million people out there can relate. That is the number of diagnosed COCVID cases since the onset of the pandemic. My diagnosis makes 108 million people plus one. I have joined the He-man-COVID-haters-club (if you are not snickering, google The Little Rascals He-Man Woman Haters Club, and you will catch my reference and a subsequent snicker) In any case, since COVID, I kind of feel like that unfiltered octogenarian who says "hey, it's not dementia, I'm old, I can say whatever I want". Now that I have had COVID, I have earned the right to be taken in an a-political fashion and at face value. I can say "hey, I've had COVID, it really stinks, wear a mask, social distance, wash your hands and avoid it like the plague it is" and not worry about offending any one political persuasion. COVID doesn't care what party you cater to, and neither do I, I just don't want you to feel as miserable as I do. COVID misery does not deserve company.
People behave badly when they are scared. Have you noticed? Children just tend to shriek, cry or if really terrified, shriek and cry at the same time. Adults are a bit more complicated, they parade an array of potentially inappropriate behaviors all driven by fear itself. Do any of these fears based behaviors sound familiar?
While we all act differently when fear creeps into our lives, but we do have one commonality. We all sense fear, for whatever reason - like a terrible year long pandemic. Recently, I wrote a poem that taught the senses to children as well as gently pointing out that that We All Sense Fear (the title of said poem). It seems that the poem is particularly poignant now, during a time when we are ever more divided as our fear based behaviors erupt.
Everyone Senses Fear is a children's poem, but like most children's stories, it can be enjoyed by all. I thought it also might be helpful to add a part 2 to this particular blog. Remember above, I noted that the poem was originally used to teach the senses to children? It has another purpose. Once children learn their senses, they can then learn how to use them in a mindful way. Doing so can help us reduce our responses to stress, anxiety and fear. Mindfulness is a great tool for all of us to keep near the top of our emotional toolboxes. So check back or sign up below so you can read part 2 of Everyone Senses Fear. Learn how to use your senses and mindfulness to manage fear. Enjoy the poem. I will also be adding it to this site's A Peek into Poetry" page. If you aren't familiar with that page, it is a child friendly video blog page. Have a look-see!
Finger box - page turn
White button on page - narration
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Happy New Year! Wait, what..., is it really?
No, I'm not sure that it actually is. We are nine days into 2021 and:
Blogger's note: I do want to stress that your interpretation of this poem is not a confirmation of my motivation for writing it. This poem will take on personal meaning to you and you alone and I dare not influence how you interpret my words. The one thought I will cop to is that these words are a reminder to contemplate listening to your conscience. What your conscience is telling you goes from your heart tor your own ears.
I wish you all a happy and healthy 2021 and look forward to memes that celebrate a successful and peaceful transition from last year's poop show and our current cluckduckery to a "Breaking News" free, mundane, boring, day to day, week to week and month to month 2021. Oh wait, February begins another impeachment trial. Let me clarify: I wish you all a happy and healthy 2021 and look forward to... yada-yada-yada...month to month 2021, beginning in March, 2021. Yay for boring! Have you ever heard the saying "the eyes are the window into the soul"? That is exactly what came to mind when I came across this photo within a recent Facebook post, written by my husband of 30 years. He rarely posts, but when he does, it is important. He tagged me in the post and upon seeing it, I realized there was much more to the picture than meets the eye (definite pun intended). For me, this picture holds two hidden meanings. Bear with me while I elaborate, I think you will find it worth your next 3 minutes! On one our family outings, my daughter decided to take and an extreme close up "eye selfie". Not only did she wind up with an awesome picture, she captured the essence of our family who can clearly be seen in her eye's reflection. Now, humor me by putting your finger on the picture. Move it from Hubby (8 o'clock) to Sarah's hand (to the right of the pupil) then to me (directly to the left of her pupil, and then to my son (1 o'clock). Your tracing is a jagged line within the unbroken circle that is her iris. Once again, bring your finger back to the picture and this time move it from Hubby, to Sarah's hand, to my son, to me and then back to Hubby. This time you have created a circle within a circle. I believe the tracings depict how we are forever connected within an unbroken circle. It doesn't matter whether the line is jagged or circular, it simply matters that the circle keeps the line safely within its boundaries. NOW PRESS PLAYThe stem is meant to represent the growth of a family over time. It starts at the base and moves up, leading directly to the beautiful bloom. Few families are able to boast of avoiding an occasional thorn. It is more likely that most families are better represented by a pattern of growth that moves straight up at times, but then takes an hard turn, represented by the jaggedness of thorns. My belief is that because we are able to hold each other within our personal souls, at the very same time we are in the midst of plucking a thorn out of our family finger, the soul of our family is able to survive.
I set out to write a book that would tend to a family's garden, one that would fertilize the family and individual soul so that the family's growth line could trend towards the bloom. To do this, I had to create a literary environment that would enable an older generation to be in the same room as its younger counterpart, while also creating a means for them to engage in meaningful conversation, conversation that moves beyond "how was your day", followed by "fine" (end of conversation). I did it! The challenge I face now is bringing my novel idea to the masses, particularly when the masses are unable to come within six feet of another. There is hope, though. I only need to bring my novel solution (a weak pun, since a book of poetry is not a novel by definition) to one person at a time with one condition! That person needs to share the book with a younger person. The rest is a snap! Then, Grow with Me Poetry will facilitate the pair reading together and learning about each other. The actual content of the poetry taps into what faces our youth within the bubble of their world, while also encouraging them to discuss what their counterpart has already experienced. "If you aren't part of the solution you are part of the problem"; an adage I took to heart. If I may... The specific format of Grow with Me Poetry offers an adult a means to communicate with today's youth through the use of guided activities tailored to the poem that precedes them. Those activities include prompt questions as well as mini art activities. No need to seek out a journal or a canvas because each are supplied within the book. Since the poems' content mirrors the maturation of a child, the book becomes a timeline of their growth and more importantly, a reflection of the souls that read it. If I may (twice)... I used the picture of Sarah's eye as a muse for the following poem so that I could demonstrate the format of the book; a peek inside, if you will. Eye Spy |
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It was that last contemplation that had my train conductor blowing his whistle, compelling my emotion locomotion into high speed. You see, my children's stop motion video's plot is all about a plague in the times of kings and queens, more specifically, how the kingdom survives. I think you all know where this is going. In short, it is about face masks. Since I write poetry specifically for children, I wrote a Haiku story and then made it into a video poem. It was only afterwards that my thoughts flew off of the rails. What if people think I am writing a political piece, a statement of condemnation of those not wearing masks? What if people think I am stepping on their personal freedoms by even suggesting that masks "saved a nation". What if people think I hate our democracy and don't love my country? What if I offend 40% (give or take) of my readers??????
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!These thoughts must STOP! |
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can stop these thoughts!
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Finally, I screeched my emotion locomotion to a halt. I wrote my Haiku story for a reason. Much of the nation (and the world for that matter) is trying to acclimate to a new normal and that normal includes wearing masks in certain situations. Whether or not we agree with the mandates/strong suggestions or practice is beside the point. My worry is that children are caught in their own Thomas the Train emotion locomotion. If a simple video poem can help stop or slow down their runaway train, then I pray the gamble is worth the risk of stirring up some adult emotion locomotion! However, If you think I might, then I am going to try to redirect your locomotion. Watch the video poem first; come at it with the mindset of a child who is trying to process what they are seeing in this new and strange COVID world. If you see fit, be a Sir Topem Hat, the Thomas the Train conductor, and direct yourselves to "A Peek into Poetry" so that you and your child might enjoy the video, along with the ensuing activities.
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,And please, remember that: the content of the following video is not meant to reflect the opinions of its author. I will post the video poem below for your preview and will also post it on the "A Peek into Poetry" page. There, it will be in the typical format used on that page and will include children's activities and guided questions to promote introspection and quality family conversation. Enjoy this apolitical video poem written for the benefit of our children and their emotion locomotion.
My goal for our childrens' emotion locomotion...
THE QUEEN SAVES THE DAY!
Video and activities for families found on "A Peek into Poetry" page
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How long has it been since you cranked the handle of a jack- in-the-box, maybe 40 plus years? Maybe you are a child at heart and last cranked the handle only a few years ago. I suspect it depends on how you define a Jack-in-the-box. For the sake of this blog, let's work with a metaphor and define the "Jack" who lives in-the-box as any concept that by our/your action, causes something to happen; either concrete or conceptual. In that case, it could have been just yesterday!
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For the sake of this blog, I'm going to rename each "Jack" in
Hatfield/McCoy style (oppositions),
racism/unbiased treatment of others
injustice/justice
inequality/equality
divisiveness /unity
Hatfield/McCoy style (oppositions),
racism/unbiased treatment of others
injustice/justice
inequality/equality
divisiveness /unity
Dealing with these "Jacks", the number of people cranking the metaphorical handle would have to be 100 percent. You have to fall on either side. Although, as I think about it, some of you may be caught with forefinger and thumb pinching the tiny handle, unable to turn the crank. The reasons may differ; confusion, indecisiveness or unwillingness to weigh in (for reasons good or bad-no judgement here)
Next, step back and ask yourself which "Jack" should be stuffed back in the box with a lid securely fastened. Do you notice that as you step back, it becomes painfully clear what must be forced back in the box and maybe even given a free ride to the dump for recycling?
I am talking in absolutes here; sheer black and white - no gray zones for the time being. That being said, how can anything but racism, injustice, inequality and divisiveness be the first to have the top forced down on them with an added padlock for secure keeping.
I am talking in absolutes here; sheer black and white - no gray zones for the time being. That being said, how can anything but racism, injustice, inequality and divisiveness be the first to have the top forced down on them with an added padlock for secure keeping.
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There is one question that is bellowed out by many of you and within that bellow lies the gray zone:
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Mind you, these are all rhetorical questions. I have my own opinions, but for the moment, I'm not going to let them out of the bag. As it pertains to children, your answers become critically important, particularly since children are sponges soaking up whatever their parents spill out. Initially, they have no capacity to determine if those opinions are valid or fair. They simply soak in the opinion and when squeezed, spew it right back out. |
My brief opinion moment: I think this is how our "jacks" keep jumping out or it is at least one of the reasons why the handle keeps cranking. We parents/adults are responsible for the views of our children. Those very views are soaked up and squeezed back out like a bad genetic mutation. Children become at risk of becoming the elements of society having a propensity to infringe on the rights of others or, at the very least, those who stir the pot, grow up, and then spill those same views to the fruit of their loins. We are in definite need of CRISPER here.
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Time for introspection:
There are only two actions when it comes to a Jack-in-the-box; cranking the handle or sealing the top. If cranking the handle is about perpetuating racism, injustice, inequality and divisiveness then sealing the top conversely is creating a space for the equal treatment of others, justice, equality and unity. So knowing the parameters, think about where you fall in terms of passing along views/opinions/behaviors which are likely to have unintended consequences; mainly oppressive. |
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Creating a space for positive change is about your willingness to close the top of the Jack-in-the-box. That being said it's time to ask yourself: Are you cranking the handle or are you sealing the top.
In keeping with my poetic nature, I hope "The Jack-in-the=box" will compliment my musings.
As always, I welcome comments and shares.
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I've decided that there are six things that the masses need to survive a pandemic. The first four are:
 paper towels |  hand sanitizer |  toliet paper |  chicken |
I know this from personal experience because for the last month, I have searched high and low to find these items and since they are in such high demand, they must be what we all need to survive.
These are scary times aren't they? We have no control anymore... except, it seems, over what we put in our mouths. Is it just me, or does anyone else derive perverse comfort from eating Lucky Charms... at 2AM in the morning? I am definitely exerting the WRONG kind of control. I must STOP THE EATING. I have to remind my primitive self that I live in the 21st century. I do not have to succumb to what appears to be a primal need to hunt and gather Lucky Charms. My rational mind knows I do not have to keep eating in preparation to survive off of my own blubber. But, my primitive brain keeps telling me to stuff my face. Again, I repeat to my brain, these are not caveman times, we have refrigerators and non perishable food yet I instinctively continue to reach out for what is magically delicious. That being said, I do think my primal brain may be correct about my need to stalk chicken, the only food item actually needed to survive in a pandemic. Take note of this because it can only be found in grocery stores intermittently. Seriously people, what is with the run on chicken? I am perplexed. Can't we also be in love with the other white meat? And, did we need a pandemic to stop eating red meat? All I can say is it is a good thing I love steak, I may just have to rethink adding fish oil supplements to our survival list so we can stave off our impending heart disease.
Excuse me please, nature is calling....
| FOR PETE SAKE!!!! NO TOLIET PAPER????!!!!! Can't anyone else change a simple toilet paper roll?????? Oh, wait, that's right, we ran out...totally. WHY???? People, what are you doing with your TP stockpiles, (the next item necessary to survive a pandemic)? I promise, social distancing works better than mummification. This must be the public's general idea behind TP stockpiles. Finding PPE (personal protective equipment) was out of stock forever, it seems the masses turned to TP mummification. I'm not buying the idea, although I do think it explains why Charmin Strong sold out faster than Charmin soft. I mean, really, which do you think is a better barrier to COVID19? |  |
| -Sidebar: Now, I know I could have used hand sanitizer to take care of my potty germs, and that is also on the list of pandemic survival items but, that has been missing from shelves for weeks. Not to worry, I was semi-smart and ordered aloe Vera gel online from Walmart (Amazon needed a break). As it turns out, you can actually make your own hand sanitizer by mixing a certain combination of aloe Vera gel with 90-99% rubbing alcohol. Thank you DIY channel. Sadly, in my frenzied haste, I forgot to order the rubbing alcohol and I also forgot I had previously ordered aloe and promptly ordered it a second time. Now I have enough aloe to soothe the soon to be burned skin of all the people hastily rushing back to the various beaches around the United States. It's ok though, I have to say, I am not as concerned about hand sanitizer because I have something that apparently the masses have forgotten; soap. It has existed for years and when paired with water is not just 99% effective against germs, it is 100% effective, if you wash your hands correctly. I can do that! There is only one problem. I have no paper towels to dry my hands with because THEY ARE SOLD OUT! That is the second paper item necessary to survive a pandemic, but honestly, I just don't know why. I think it might be to mop up the aloe that bloops on the floor as you concoct your DIY hand sanitizer. Be careful, that blob of aloe is a slip and fall risk and only a paper towel can save you from yourself. |    The poor thing never saw that blob of aloe. |
Ok, just 20 more secs...
Now sing with me, twice
Ok, all clean...
.Is it really such a big deal if we stockpile chicken, toilet paper, hand sanitizer, paper towels and in my case Lucky Charms? I mean, it's not like we are trampling each other. Wait, are we trampling each other? If you are, you must have forgotten the last two essential items on our pandemic survival list; kindness and compassion? They are the two items you will never find in the stores on a shelf. They are only to be found within the shelves of our hearts and are ours to replenish. They are the necessities to retrieve as we engage with cashiers as well as our fellow shoppers joining the hunt for our pandemic items (hopefully 6 feet away from each other and while wearing masks). They are what we need as we interact with our essential workers as well; mechanics, health care workers, receptionists, lawn care workers, plumbers, HVAC technicians, truck drivers, food retail workers, sanitation workers, postal workers, and more. People are grieving, facing their mortality, or are hungry and bearing financial strife, all while some simply worry about pandemic bad hair. It is our kindness and compassion that will allow us to comfort those in need, lend a hand to those who cannot stand up on their own, or point a friend to a YouTube video on how to french braid your own hair (sure cure for pandemic hair); everyone's pain is their own and kindness and compassion allow us to see that.
I think you are now fully equipped to survive a pandemic, if of course you make sure you have your staples. I suspect you do since, TP, paper towels, chicken and hand sanitizer are still out at Target, Walmart and all of my local grocery stores. The jury is out on kindness and compassion. Some of the masses need to go shopping. I have faith that they will.
I think you are now fully equipped to survive a pandemic, if of course you make sure you have your staples. I suspect you do since, TP, paper towels, chicken and hand sanitizer are still out at Target, Walmart and all of my local grocery stores. The jury is out on kindness and compassion. Some of the masses need to go shopping. I have faith that they will.
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Pandemic Poetry; Haikus-the last literary item needed in a pandemic. Go ahead and try one of these 3 line, 5-7-5 syllable poems. It will be fun! Here are three examples:
Can't you spare a square?
Hold one piece up and then tear.
For my dariderriere.
Then someone else said | Doc Fauci relayed |
It's a two way street
Compassion and kindness run
In then out of us
Who doesn't want their child to grow up to be kind?
But, lately it seems that the idea of kindness is being trampled upon, values demeaned and angry tones raised to frightening new heights.
 trampled |  demean |  angry tones |
and I'm talking about by adults!
It begs the question, What kind of role model do you want to be for the children of our society. I purposely write "of our society" because I am a firm believer in that notion that it takes a village.
Well, that is not quite what I
meant, but I can smooth out
that thought using
one single coma.
It takes a village, people!
Now it is time to humor me.
Let's think of all of the things
that are contagious (in GIF form).
 vomiting |  the common cold |  yawns |  emotion |
The way I see it,
if all of these things are contagious,
how can kindness NOT be contagious.
You see, kindness leads to smiles and
SMILES are definitely contagious.
And in the spirit of the season...
The Lenten season is upon us and for those of you unfamiliar with Lent, it is found within the Christian calendar and consists of the 40 days prior to Easter. Historically, it is a time when Christians reflect and prepare as Jesus did when he withdrew to the desert for 40 days. It is a time of personal sacrifice, reflection and betterment. While Lent is a Christian season, it need not be exclusive of other faiths, or for that matter, those without a said faith. How can any of us argue with spending a period of time reflecting upon how we might better ourselves and our beliefs? This Lenten season, I invite you to consider your role in showing kindness to those around you, particularly how we might model that attribute to children, whether they are our own children, younger siblings or simply those we encounter every day.
To that end, recently, I received a wonderful gift. If you recall, in my last blog, I wrote of Limericks and Edward Lear. In an exchange of comments, I noted that I would have to locate a copy of his Nonsense Book; long story short, I now have a copy of his Nonsense Book and it is a treasure. In a single act of kindness, my heart was warmed and I am still smiling. And, to this end, I think we all know what smiles are, don't we!
Yup, contagious. I can see you smiling too!
Edward Lear, father of the Limerick Ok, my poetry peeps, before we get to the all important message, do you remember what a limerick is? Let me remind you in the form of a limerick story!
A Limerick's Story
It has a total of five lines
Having A-A-B-B-A rhymes
The first two long
Two short and strong
The last and first two align
Known to be just a bit lude
Dare I say even a tad rude
But in this post
As a good host
Not a one will ever be crude
Edward Lear wrote prose till his end
Scratched his beard with an old quill pen
Then did commence
With poetic nonsense
Dubbed limericks by his literary friends
Now each and every one must know
There's more to this silly word show
Pull up a chair
No need to beware
If you please, I have more to bestow*
*Even though limericks are meant to be 5 lines in full, bear with my poetic license and say a little prayer for Edward Lear since he may have just rolled over in his grave.
A Limerick's Story
It has a total of five lines
Having A-A-B-B-A rhymes
The first two long
Two short and strong
The last and first two align
Known to be just a bit lude
Dare I say even a tad rude
But in this post
As a good host
Not a one will ever be crude
Edward Lear wrote prose till his end
Scratched his beard with an old quill pen
Then did commence
With poetic nonsense
Dubbed limericks by his literary friends
Now each and every one must know
There's more to this silly word show
Pull up a chair
No need to beware
If you please, I have more to bestow*
*Even though limericks are meant to be 5 lines in full, bear with my poetic license and say a little prayer for Edward Lear since he may have just rolled over in his grave.
Now for the real news of the day!
 Hmmm, a snail race? | On your mark, get ready, set go Full speed, no time to tiptoe For my poetic ware With a mindful flare May be preordered at sites found below |  If you can tiptoe like this, GO! |
I am pleased to announce that Grow with Me Poetry has a release date of April 30, 2020 and you are now able to preorder copies at Amazon.com as well as BarnesandNoble.com. This is an exciting time indeed. From my bookshelf to yours, thank you in advance for allowing me to share my book with you. Stay tune for updates and other goodies. In the meantime, try writing a limerick of your own. You are welcome to share it in the comment section, but remember, this is a G-rated blog!
I'd like to thank each and every one of my soon to be friends! You and your children are the reason I chose to write Grow with Me Poetry. I have concerns. I have worries. I think about what it is like to be a child in today's world. I like to make people chuckle (don't get me started on the belly laughs - they are just icing on the cake). I believe we have something big in common; the knowledge of human nature and how it is filtered through the crevices of our children's minds. By touting and teaching mindfulness and inviting you to entwine it within how you read poetry, I think... nope, I know that you will be able to pass the gift right on to your children, outfitting them with more than a pair of vans (my favorite sneakers, BTW). Your children will then don a lifelong coping skill along with gaining a deeper understanding of what seeds, sprouts and blooms within them as they grow.
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By the end of this paragraph you may find yourself wondering why an author of a children's poetry book and proponent of mindfulness is talking about that potentially mortifying moment you see your child's eyes boring a hole through a stranger, their little minds exploding in contemplation as they wonder why that person appears different from them. In just two more sentences you will know the answer! You see, I am often the stranger at the receiving end of those curious eyes and I thought I would start my first blog within Weebly by actually talking about the elephant in the room.
 HEY! I said ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM... |  ... not ELEPHANT WITH A BROOM! |
I am hoping we will get a chance to meet in person one day. In that event, you will quickly learn why your children may stare. For yuks, let's do a poll. Check all of the boxes that you think may apply to why your little one's eyes are glued on me.
If you guessed all of the above, you are correct. Like my grandfather before me, I went gray in my 30ies and I found that unless I wanted to set up a Go Fund Me Page to cover the cost of coloring my hair every 2-3 weeks, I would need to be open to transition. The last two years have been full of transition; from brunette to silver and then from two feet to four wheels. I am now a natural a curly silver. I am also a statistic. I am 1 in 10,000 people having a rare connective tissue disorder called Elhler's Danlos Syndrome. It is a largely invisible, but is a multisystemic disorder that causes a plethora of potentially debilitating symptoms. I just say "I have issues with my tissues." See www.ehlers-danlos.com/what-is-eds/ if you have an inquiring mind. Apart from my "add on items" (crutches, scooters, walker), I look so normal that I tend to even confound adults who are oddly still prone to staring. I just attribute it to 1) they are trying to sort out the incongruity or 2) might just be coveting my prime handicapped parking space. Why should children be any different from their taller counterparts? Should I have the honor of meeting you and your staring child in person, know that I don't mind their innocent eyes and welcome any questions they may have. I'll let you in on one of my family secrets: when my children were younger, we had one simple staring rule; if you are going to stare, try to smile and definitely WAVE! I can't think of anyone who wouldn’t benefit from a child's greeting! Who would have guessed that I would benefit from my own rule?
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Over the years, the marathon of managing my EDS opened up wounds that only the practice of mindfulness could help me heal. It quieted my mind, soothed my body and left me wishing I had embraced it earlier in life. That was the impetus for searching out a sneaky way to slip it into the routine of a child in such a way that they might not even know they were learning a new skill! It should not be thought of as broccoli when clearly it is candy! I just needed to find a way to make it sweet and appealing. That is where poetry comes in. Being a child at heart, I love rhyming and rhyming most definitely suits a child's literary taste (more candy). Grow with Me Poetry allows you and your child to "bust a rhyme" as you learn to calm your mind! Ba-Dum-Dum-Ching!
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Doorbell, REALLY??! Now, you might recall that earlier in this post I wrote that I have been through a period of transition over the last couple of years. I left little bread crumbs (in the form of GIFs) leading you to what the last and very most important transition in my life pertained to. If you have already read the About the Author section in the website, you may already know. It was my transition from being an audiologist to becoming an author. If anyone had asked Hey, have you ever thought about a second career as an author? I would have responded in turn, as nearly all my patients did over the course of my wonderful and fulfilling 30 year audiology career; by saying WHAT?? Then, I would have giggled and said nope. Yet, here I sit, blogging, having written a children's book of poetry, securely wrapped within the tenants of mindfulness.
So there you have it, me in a nutshell...
So there you have it, me in a nutshell...
... I am my words. I say what I mean, mean what I say, speak in the tone of how I would if we were simply kibitzing over a cup of coffee, and finally through the words of a budding author. There is so much more to share, but it is better left for the next blog. Let's meet back here once and a while and talk. It'll be fun, come and see! Also, if you liked what you read, like the post, share it with everyone you know and sign up for more! Your privacy will be coveted.
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