Archive for January, 2014

Haikuesday 01.28.14

January 28, 2014 Leave a comment

Stolen little laughs

are crucial when working hard.

Joy keeps you going.

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Haikuesday 01.21.14

January 21, 2014 Leave a comment

I wanted to work,

but the snow had other plans.

So today I’ll play.

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Who comes in.

January 16, 2014 Leave a comment

Who comes in

when we leave the door open?

What happens when they scan the walls,

look through the shelves,

and open each drawer?

What will they take,

and what will they leave

if and when they exit?

Love it and live it.

January 15, 2014 5 comments

I first came across this clip in my Facebook news feed over a year ago. Seconds in, I was entranced. Not only did the precision and the physicality of the work draw me in, but the sheer joy radiating from the baker as he worked hypnotized me.

Every now and again, I watch this video. Usually, I watch it a few times back to back. I just like seeing someone work at something they love. It reminds me of why I put so much effort into my social work career. As much as we can, we should love what we do. It keeps us energized. We become motivated, diligent students because we want to learn more and be better. When we love our work, we can share our passion and gifts with others.  No matter how you spend your days– as a teacher, a landscaper, a lawyer, a bus driver, a stay-at-home parent–whatever it is, I hope it brings you joy. We have this one life, and even though we all will experience overwhelming pain and frustration at times, we deserve those shining moments.

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Haikuesday 01.14.14

January 14, 2014 Leave a comment

January Tuesdays

I’ll face my fear my three hours.

Kata guruma.

Haikuesday 01.07.14

January 7, 2014 Leave a comment

I’m not gonna front.

I just don’t get Google +.

Circles confuse me.

It was out of my hands.

January 7, 2014 1 comment

I was settled in bed,

feeling heavy with contentment

after a day well spent.

As thoughts drifted freely

and I began crafting the next day’s poem,

I was snatched by the neck.

Hooked by a cruel, barbed jolt of remembrance,

I panicked.

It was out of my hands.

Jagged little inhales.

Convulsive little exhales.

Each breath constricted

with the fear and confusion that comes with letting go.

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