I am almost finished reading Radical Presence: Teaching as Contemplative Practice, and tomorrow I am scheduled to attend an all-day workshop at my church called The Conscious Classroom.
This morning Pa gets himself up out of his easy chair without help and appears in the dining room at breakfast time, surprising both the staff and his private PSW, who is just arriving.
I have a dream about a Bald Eagle. It is building a sturdy nest atop the house where a little girl lives with her mother.
When I tell my brother that I am a member of the Coen brothers’ almost cult-like following, he asks me if that makes me a Coen head.
At 3:38 I am sitting in sunny Taloola Cafe reading the paper and sipping a Masala smoothie. The little penciled circles around wee sight words bear witness to the work I was doing a few hours before with two literacy students in the study room.
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