Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 81
December 24, 2012
on the flipside
Having second thoughts about that whole pocket-sized nuclear weapon idea.
Got another idea.
How about Reiki and yoga for every teacher? Every staff member, principal, and every student. Teach peace, love, and connection. Teach meditation, therapeutic communication, and negotiation. Teach detachment from the 3rd dimension sense of isolation and emotions like envy, resentment, and rage. Step back from negativity.
Tune in to joy.
Be a conduit for joy.
Yeah, teach that. Arm teachers with love.
Got another idea.
How about Reiki and yoga for every teacher? Every staff member, principal, and every student. Teach peace, love, and connection. Teach meditation, therapeutic communication, and negotiation. Teach detachment from the 3rd dimension sense of isolation and emotions like envy, resentment, and rage. Step back from negativity.
Tune in to joy.
Be a conduit for joy.
Yeah, teach that. Arm teachers with love.
NRA- guns in school
Fab idea. Marvy. Sure, why not? Keep everyone safe and all that.
All teachers should take gun classes and carry a rifle. Or handgun. Automatic assault weapon.
Why stop there? Staff and principals too. And what about the kids? Yeah, they should have guns too. Just give everyone a gun. You get mad, POW. You see someone shooting, POW POW.
But wait, maybe guns aren't enough. How about grenades. Do they make pocket-sized nuclear weapons? Yeah, how about that. Welcome to kindergarten. Here's your own personal nuclear weapon. You feel threatened, see someone with a gun, toss this and duck.
Yeah, that's what we need. More weapons, more angry conflicted people, more fear. Great solution, NRA.
All teachers should take gun classes and carry a rifle. Or handgun. Automatic assault weapon.
Why stop there? Staff and principals too. And what about the kids? Yeah, they should have guns too. Just give everyone a gun. You get mad, POW. You see someone shooting, POW POW.
But wait, maybe guns aren't enough. How about grenades. Do they make pocket-sized nuclear weapons? Yeah, how about that. Welcome to kindergarten. Here's your own personal nuclear weapon. You feel threatened, see someone with a gun, toss this and duck.
Yeah, that's what we need. More weapons, more angry conflicted people, more fear. Great solution, NRA.
December 20, 2012
yoga
Stretched out and back like a rubber band. Be here, nowhere else. Just breathe, just be.
December 19, 2012
too busy to blog
Syllabi, tests, Moodle & Blackboard pages, booklists;
Holiday parties, cards, shopping & wrapping;
Reiki & yoga:
Just breathe.
Holiday parties, cards, shopping & wrapping;
Reiki & yoga:
Just breathe.
December 17, 2012
give a book
for Christmas, Chanukah, or Kwanzaa.
There's still time. Just click on the book covers to the right.
Merry Christmas from Maine.
There's still time. Just click on the book covers to the right.
Merry Christmas from Maine.
snow
First big snow of the season. Flakes are swirling, piling, and drifting.
I scooped the driveway, deck, and steps. Now sipping tea, enjoying the white stillness.[image error]
I scooped the driveway, deck, and steps. Now sipping tea, enjoying the white stillness.[image error]
December 16, 2012
a search for meaning
In difficult times I remind myself to stay centered, stay calm, and search for the spiritual meaning.
We count on the natural progression of life: birth, school, love, work, children and grandchildren, continual learning, retirement, review, and finally- after a full and rewarding life - - a gentle death.
That doesn't always happen. Sometimes people die violently, young people, children: that's shocking and upsetting. And what possible spiritual meaning could there be in that situation?
We mourn now for the families in Connecticut. Why did this happen? How can we bear it? What are we supposed to do about it?
For now, let's just stop. Sit. Listen.
Listen to the snow fall. Listen to your loved ones breathe. Listen for answers from your heart. [image error]
We count on the natural progression of life: birth, school, love, work, children and grandchildren, continual learning, retirement, review, and finally- after a full and rewarding life - - a gentle death.
That doesn't always happen. Sometimes people die violently, young people, children: that's shocking and upsetting. And what possible spiritual meaning could there be in that situation?
We mourn now for the families in Connecticut. Why did this happen? How can we bear it? What are we supposed to do about it?
For now, let's just stop. Sit. Listen.
Listen to the snow fall. Listen to your loved ones breathe. Listen for answers from your heart. [image error]
December 14, 2012
gas gauge
Here's a weird thing. The gas gauge on my car works, but the illumination does not. At night, with headlights on, I can't see the gas gauge. I was told that it would be difficult to fix; one would have to dismantle the dashboard: time consuming and thus costly.
It's been this way for probably two years.
Last night it worked. I drove at night, an hour north for a meeting. The gas gauge was illuminated. How beautiful it was.
After the meeting I got back in the car to drive home. No illumination.
Except for the stars, those shooting stars, those long slow trails of light. But no light over the gas gauge. [image error]
It's been this way for probably two years.
Last night it worked. I drove at night, an hour north for a meeting. The gas gauge was illuminated. How beautiful it was.
After the meeting I got back in the car to drive home. No illumination.
Except for the stars, those shooting stars, those long slow trails of light. But no light over the gas gauge. [image error]
December 13, 2012
6 shooting stars
and a deer. That's what I saw on my way home tonight.
The first one was cool, but after the third I suspected that I was hallucinating. I pulled off the road to look at the sky and saw three more. Evidently it's the Geminid meteor shower.
The deer I saw once I got back to the city, just a few blocks from my house. The houses thin out and there's some woods on one side of the road, fields on the other. I saw a deer there last year too. I'm pretty sure there were two deer tonight, saw one for sure and the ghost of another. So probably two.
I went north for a meeting, up in the foothills. There was snow on the ground up there, and ice in the parking lots. We don't have any of that down here. We don't have all the stars either, too many lights here. I saw the Milky Way, Pleaiades lit up like a Christmas tree, Orion, and the Big Dipper. Lots of stars, some falling from the sky. [image error]
The first one was cool, but after the third I suspected that I was hallucinating. I pulled off the road to look at the sky and saw three more. Evidently it's the Geminid meteor shower.
The deer I saw once I got back to the city, just a few blocks from my house. The houses thin out and there's some woods on one side of the road, fields on the other. I saw a deer there last year too. I'm pretty sure there were two deer tonight, saw one for sure and the ghost of another. So probably two.
I went north for a meeting, up in the foothills. There was snow on the ground up there, and ice in the parking lots. We don't have any of that down here. We don't have all the stars either, too many lights here. I saw the Milky Way, Pleaiades lit up like a Christmas tree, Orion, and the Big Dipper. Lots of stars, some falling from the sky. [image error]
December 10, 2012
Solitude and serenity
If, as the critics say, Winslow Homer's paintings are all about conflict and solitude: crashing waves, starving man in lifeboat, solid woman staring at horizon, ravens attacking fox, and winter rocks...
I look at my photographs and they seem to be all about serenity and solitude: solid quiet studies of light and dark, rarely people, sometimes a heroic dog, architecture, travel, and food.
I look at my photographs and they seem to be all about serenity and solitude: solid quiet studies of light and dark, rarely people, sometimes a heroic dog, architecture, travel, and food.
