This is a wonderful and very timely quotation.
I did not get this little poem up in time to be on the 21st for World Poetry Day, but I am an academic and writer and bad poet, so I hope I can be excused. It is simply a haiku for your consideration.
Managing one’s fear
In the face of oppression
The heart of courage
This is a wonderful post on the power of reading.
Often we look so long at the closed door we do not see the one that has been opened for us. (Helen Keller)
Recently life has been filled with frustrations; organizing new cards, finding old receipts and worrying about replacing the stolen new car. Our family and friends have been absolutely wonderful and so supportive. They shine a bright beam of love into our lives and we feel so fortunate to have such positive people around us. They are the door that has been opened to us and we appreciate each and every one.
But sometimes something will unexpectedly trip you up and forces you to look at the closed door. My dark blue backpack was discovered under the water at the end of a jetty. It has been there for two weeks. Discarded. Thrown away. The things that supported me and my life, considered worthless.
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One of the most important qualities for writers is that of perseverance. So many other circumstances have impact on success and failure that are outside of the direct control of the writer, but there is one that is in his/her ability to control: perseverance, the ability to keep writing, no matter what is happening. Here are a few quotations about that quality.
“Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing.”
“Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.”
Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.”
This is a very important post on the need for art in the education of children. I just read it today, and I want to share it.
Growing up, I spent every Sunday afternoon with my grandmother, Nan. She was the fun one, the grandparent who let us dress up in her clothes, always read to us, told us stories of her childhood, and drove us to the ‘five and dime’ to spend a nickle on anything we wanted. She made real taffy, and we had taffy pulls until the taffy was glistening. One of Nan’s favorite books was a picture book of Norman Rockwell illustrations. I loved that book, and we often looked through it together, talking about the pictures. Walking into Nan’s apartment hung a picture of ‘Girl Before a Mirror’ by Picasso. As a child I thought this was strange. Little did that I know how it would shape my thinking and teaching. Nan had all sorts of pictures hanging in her apartment. The one that struck me the most was ‘Leaving Home’ by…
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