The Commonplace Project begins , so I’m planning on putting each assignment up here to show solidarity with my seniors and give the confused ones mediocre great examples.
Gentle hum of chatter
Brainstorming out loud
No, five more, water.
She can’t chase us down
I may be old, but I can still write you up
Feet pounding their way up the hill
A door squeaking
The breeze is perfect and reminds me that right now my classroom is running hot. It’s always fun to take seniors or poets out to write in different locations around the school. My former students probably remember my favorite spots on campus—if only tptb would stop cutting down the big trees.
So many personal devices
My inability to type well on my personal device
Phone is so pedestrian for these mini computer-communicators
Soot on a building that looks like sinking wings
Picture taking—twice?!? My hat with my YaYA scarf as decoration around it. (Thanks HB)
Chatter as they walk back down the hill
Pale legs and arms
Bright blue sky
Grass already patching to brown
Parsing left behind examples into who might still want them, which ones should just be tossed for lack of original effort, and which ones are decent examples of how or what could be done. My big question is do I make them present since we are starting the project so early? We will end the year with a couple of documentaries and related debates.
This is my first place with a ceiling fan (upstairs & on the main floor) and they are brilliant. I may change my mind in the midst of a heat wave, but I appreciate what I have and what makes life a little easier. I spend so much time dwelling on the hard or the might-have-been that I sometimes forget about little bits of joy.
Today was so lovely I was able to take several classes out to read in the courtyard. It’s a great little space with different kinds of seating, shade & sun, and everything is within vocal distance when I read out loud or we need to discuss things.
Harry snuggles on his own terms. He’s a sweet and aloof cat. He also likes to fully camouflage as a bump under the blanket.
Grimm is a little more experimental in his life. He is my pets & purr & chaos cat.
I am determined to actually do this regularly. I never stick to the blog thing for more than a handful of posts at a time. I have a great habit of planning and failing to follow through. I don’t have a vision for this…I never really have. I just want to practice writing, put my thoughts out there.
I don’t know what I want to say. I just want to be heard. So say we all…
Even though I’m in a new space, my bedroom is still my safest space. Not sure what’s up with that. My world kept shrinking during the Spring Lockdown in 2020 until I was spending most of my time in my bedroom. I have been working my way out of that in increments, but I have a feeling it’s something I’ll have to be watching over the next few years. When I moved, my ideal place was a one bedroom—enough room for me and the cats. I adore the row house I’m renting and am truly grateful to be living here. It’s bigger than I need. Not sure it would be big enough for another person though.
Change is good. I tend to stay in place too long, letting the moss grow.
A podcast I’ve been binging just hit the pandemic and the summer of the #BlackLivesMatter protests. One of the hosts keeps repeating “people don’t change until it’s too painful not too” and I don’t want to agree. But I have been taking stock of things and trying to make positive changes over the last three years. I’ve had some personal upheaval in that time, things that have made me question some of my relationships, my choices, my personality, my career.
Bite my tongue & swallow my words when…
I want to diffuse something
I want to comment on someone else’s life
I want to be heard
I think I’m teasing
I will never be my best self. I can only hope to try to be my better self each day.
May the whirlwinds you reap fill your cracks with beauty rather than darkness.
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