I just found a poem from my brother.  He wrote it for me.  Over the Christmas break we were writing Love Notes to our family members, to go into our Christmas stockings (a really cool addition to the candy).  We were all sitting around writing, laughing, and talking.  My brother was  writing his notes in different writing styles for each person.  We were throwing out examples for him to use:  Haiku, iambic pentameter - though he reneged on the Shakespearean Sonnet.      When he got to mine, he announced that it would be a limerick.  I said, "make it clean!", which is funny because I'm the only one in this family who openly swears.  So the likelihood of a naughty limerick coming from this bunch, is highly unlikely.  Then someone else chimed in, "Use the word Nantucket".  I got a jolt of joy this morning as I was looking for something or other, and I stumbled upon my limerick!  I miss my famil...

Embarrassing, but necessary.  Sometimes it just needs coxing.  

I am in awe.

     It was sunny on campus today.  I had an enjoyable lunch with a past professor who is now a friend.  And I talked to another professor who is becoming a friend.  Then when walking across campus I heard someone call out my name.  It was my first Study Buddy from last year who I hadn't seen in awhile.  It was wonderful to see her and catch up.  I no longer walk across this space unknown.  It feels a little like. . . belonging.      It is the Nature of the Sun to Shine, Deepak Chopra.

Read it and then we will talk.

     This is an assignment for UF 300 (a University Foundations general ed type class).  We were to write our life story, and display it in an electron concept map.  Why do so many teachers seemed to be obsessed with our life stories?  I think it's to help us learn to be reflective about our lives, see connections, learn stuff.  That's all great and good, but I do that on a daily basis.  I'm always looking at the energy of my day/life, looking for patterns, discovering wounds that need to be healed, and joy to be had.  I sort of want to move on to something new.  But for the sake of a good grade, and to be the exemplary student that I am, once again - my story.      My Story Concept Map (CLICK BELOW TO SEE MY CONCEPT MAP) Concept Map on Spicynodes      On March 17, 1982 I graduated as a Licensed Practical Nurse (LPN) with the hopes of going back to school and getting my Registe...

First day of school      Poor Freshman and those new to campus, having to dig through the ice just to know where they are going.  Far be it from me to want to benefit from the suffering of others, but I'm feeling pretty damn good about now that I am not one of them...any more.