MAKE IT A GREAT DAY: A cooler, cloudier Tuesday

It is cloudy but there are no expectations of rain for the day. In fact, we may not even crack the eighty degrees mark.

Yesterday, I had students who turned into tigers, tackling concepts and stepping outside the box that outlined their comfort zone. I could tell they were proud of their efforts. One student, who battles ADHD, is learning how to make his ADHD and music work for him rather than the ADHD working against him. I was elated.

I had a planning session for an upcoming event which I will attend this weekend and then my night was completed early, allowing me to enjoy about thirty minutes on the deck before the rain set in.

Apathy seems to be creeping into my attitude. I am unsure if it is to do with the natural aging process or if something else is festering beneath the surface. Things that were once important to me have gradually moved beneath the radar of my interests. I prefer isolation, more and more, and being a part of the collection for various events has subsided. Reading, researching, watching historical documentaries, and of course, being with the pooches bring me the most profound satisfaction. For many folks, this probably sounds horrid, but for me, it is quite reassuring and liberating, bringing contentment and happiness. The sails have been readjusted.

Yesterday was the anniversary of the assassination of Czar Nicholas Romanov of Russia and his entire family in 1918. Mysteries still surround the ordeal of their deaths and the potential survival of certain family members.

“A Green Thought” by Katharine Towers

Say instead it was an evening in head-high
bracken with its smell of dark and medicine.
Thinking green of the infecting fern                                

where you may crouch and not be known,
lodging your feet for good amid the stalks.
A bower is a dwelling place or once it was

a cage for pent-up singing birds. 
Look down to see the warp and weft of root.
All the world is in these clutches.                        

Look up to clock the fern’s drab underneath
blotched with spores you mustn’t breathe.
Breathe in deep. There’s nowhere else to live.

Make it a great day!

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About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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