ugh

Apparently, I've lost my mind and have become stupid as well. The (almost) two degrees that I have are not enough because Parents (not mine, but my students) obviously, know more than I do. I mean, why assume that when an assignment says "using Native American legends as a MODEL only, write your own legend" that this means to WRITE YOUR OWN LEGEND. Not copy another legend, already written, but to write your own. I must be stupid, right?

thoughts on love

It's amazing to me, the heart's resiliancy to heal itself and be able to open itself to the possibility of love. After flying so high and taking such a leap (you jump, I jump) and falling flat on your face the easy simple thing to do would be to crawl back into your shell and withdraw. It takes courage to put yourself out there again, to take a chance on being hurt that much again, by someone you love so much.

The heart has this amazing ability to heal after its been broken... no matter how many pieces it winds up in, it will always repair the damage, sew back the pieces and come back stronger than before. The pieces of a heart are made up of people -- we give those pieces away as tokens, as gifts. Some may deserve them, some may not. But no matter what, our hearts are a combination of a myriad of folks who have passed through your life. I love that idea, the idea that no matter how broken I may feel, that my heart has already begun its process of repair. I love how I'm affected in so many ways by the people who have passed through my life -- how their memory, their hold affects my life in such a way I could never have imagined during that meeting. So, even though the memory may be painful; even though it may hurt a little bit to recall, bless them, for their place and purpose in my life.

Falling in Love (Jodi Picoult)

"When I write about love I think of a flying squirrel. There's got to be a moment when the baby squirrel looks from one end of the branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; its the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God that there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side. Either we're lucky... or we wind up bruised and battered on the ground."

~Jodi Picoult