Be A Sunflower: One Petal at a Time

There’s something about being outside surrounded or embraced by nature. What’s a nature element that really speaks to you? It could be the moment you notice the dark green of a treetop touching the vibrant blue of the sky.

I’m awful at business growth, meaning- I don’t post when algorithms say I should. I don’t “buy” likes or followers or traffic to my site. I post all things related to burnout prevention on Fridays which used to be one of the worst days to do so.

I got a phone call on Wednesday night with a funeral date for a family member that passed in March.  During that conversation, we once again explored the path of origin. The surviving spouse got it from work (the area was an epicenter of contagion before we all knew what’s going on). The workplace was a school. It spread like wildfire (again, before anyone knew what it was).

I know that you know this, but I think someone needs to hear this. Some of us are grieving: situations, people, places, jobs, routines, security. It goes on. Grief lets you have a pocket of peace and then smacks you in the face with a pocketbook full of cinderblocks. This is a piece I found on my computer- just now. The intention of it was to serve as an opening for a book that may or may not come one day.

“So, you wanted her to end up alone?” Once upon a time, there was a restaurant. This restaurant had arcade video game tables. You could sit at the table, play your video game, and eat your meal.

Music permeates and seeps into the mind, body, and soul. If we are what we eat, then we must also be what we hear. I use meditation music to get my day started and to get grounded. BUT…

Books have always been a part of my life. They were an escape when I was younger. When I moved out on my own, my birthday tradition involved surrounding myself with piles of possibility at a bookstore and selecting a few. With each year of adulthood, I would add to my personal library.

Hi! Congratulations on your appointment to the Department of Education. As a former student and current urban educator, I have about 37 years invested in this system.

Have you ever broken a bone or witnessed it happen to someone? I’m talking a B level horror movie in which you hear it snap, see the bone, the affected area is physically changed, there are screams of agony, and maybe a prop guy causing blood to spurt everywhere.

I like to ramble. I purge words and see how they land, mostly for me and not for audience. Writing gives me the space for this. So do recordings.

Everyone can benefit from taking a breather- even if it is for less than one minute. We all have our trusted sources. For me, I connect the ocean with breath. So, if you find yourself needing a timeout, you have your choice of coasts below!