Fall…the start of another school year and a chance to try again. Funny, January is supposed to start things anew, right? Waaait a minute! It’s spring. Yea, that’s the one! That’s when things are really new as we come out of a long, cold winter of bare trees and long naps. everyone is twitterpated and finding new love.
Dang, no that’s not right either. Every teacher knows that as June approaches we feel the end is near, so that must be when we shout from the rooftops….ah, a new me, like a phoenix rising from the ashes! (No, I am not delusional, I just wanted to sneak some Tina Fey in there.)
Hmmm… wait, so when is the beginning of change? which season?
How about they all are? Whoa….aren’t I clever? Every season is the start of something new!
Wait just a minute – I just thought of something even better! How about this idea – how about,every single day is a new day!!! Oh me oh my – and a new opportunity! Yes – now we’re cooking with oil.
Now this , this is big. Are you ready? Are you sure? Because this is a totally new concept no one else has ever thought of before and it will totally blow your mind – every single breath, every single moment is new! Whoa – mind blown, right? Who knew that we have a choice every single moment to see the next moment as an opportunity or the next problem; to see the cruelty in the world, or to add to the kindness; every moment one can complain about what’s missing or rejoice for what’s not missing .
Every moment we can choose our own perspective or choose to see someone else’s point of view, have empathy, tolerance, compassion; show grace and accept grace. No matter the circumstance, we can choose to find the joy.
None of this is new information and I am truly sorry for the mansplaining. I am, however, filling in for Captain Obvious right now, so – there’s that, too. (Wow – mansplained WITH a bonus dad joke. I am working on so many levels, right now.)
For real, though, these are just my thoughts this evening as I gathered these little gifts from God and my garden, and I placed them in my favorite tiny milk glass vases. The sunflower is actually from my birthday bouquet a few weeks ago. OMG – another new beginning. I could do this all night!
Flowers start dying the moment you cut them. (long, long, long pause – picture that voice on Sponge Bob that say “a few hours later”). You can’t tell because this is a blog post, but I had a pause there because I was trying so hard to wax poetic about death, starting anew, then God’s beauty – you know, mansplaining the meaning of life and death in this little, silly post. And might I also say – rambling post. Did I mention that I answered a minimum of 868 questions today in my middle school classroom?
Perhaps tomorrow I will have the brain power to have original thought and hay – maybe even poetically profound ones, too. After all, it will be a new day, a new opportunity, and a new chance to make a difference. Adieu.
3 things I am grateful for: the beauty of outdoors and nature’s ability to rejuvenate; my little garden; that there were only 868 questions bc 869 would have been my tipping point.
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