If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

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The Learning Process

There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning.  Jiddu Krishnamurti

 In a few minutes I will head to Walmart’s snack bar to complete my writing intention for this week.

Every day in a different setting for twenty minutes I write only what my senses told me– no inferring, no judging.

Day 1–A community garden

Day2–The children’s playground by the duck pond

Day 3–A barbeque restaurant with my brothers, a niece and her husband

Day 4–Barnes and Noble cafe

Day 5–The after school center where I work

Day 6–The Toyota service waiting room

My thoughts?

Twenty minutes during day 4 and 6 was only enough time to describe the surroundings. I stayed longer and began describing interactions (which began to challenge the inferring and judging tendencies.)

Day 5,  sitting outside with my notebook and pen while the children played before class, drew more attention to myself than I wanted.

Today at the Walmart snack bar could be interesting.

For the next week’s intention I want to try this again, except I will write in the same place everyday. I will also spend time acclimating myself to the setting before I begin writing, so that the focus will be on interactions.

My writer friend Lynda who waits tables at a local coffee shop says I should come there, and I probably will, but I feel the need to order food to justify taking a table for so long. This could cost me. Can such an experience be tax deductible?


Closing the Gap


There’s a gap between who we think we are and who we really are.
In writing, there’s a gap between what we think we wrote and what we actually wrote.
Practice closes that gap.
 -Natalie Goldberg

Living the Paradox

How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress. Niels Bohr

One day I am so sure…of life, of what I’m here for, of who I am, of my abilities and limits.  The next day I find myself questioning everything I was so sure of.  ARGH!!!

Breathe, Laura.  At least you don’t have long stretches of complacency.

Ha, ha.

What’s stirring you right now?

Yesterday I felt the writing I am doing…

Go on.

… was enough.

And it isn’t?

Well, I guess it could be.  Except this morning I have clearer ideas of something else I really have been wanting to write.

And the problem with that?

I need to find time and energy to sit with it, put it on paper, not be scared of it.

Can you do that?

Well the weekend’s beginning…I’m about out the door for Jazzercise, and later I’ll meet with my writing buddy.

Sounds like the opportunity for making progress to me.

The Privilege of a Lifetime

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are. – Joseph Campbell

It’s a new week.  The summer heat seems to have broken.  The Saints won their game yesterday.  It’s time to get back into the world.

I’ve had too much time on my hands.  Too much time in my head.  But that’s not such a bad thing.  I needed to get to this point of restlessness.

And who are you today?

One who will play bingo with her after school kids. The younger ones will recognize numbers, the older ones will practice math facts. And there will be prizes!

One who will finish reading Fahrenheit 451 for tomorrow’s book club.

One who will find another eggplant recipe for her prolific plants.

One who will take a long walk through the gardens behind the art museum.

It’s a good thing to be me

Monday’s Song

Those who wish to sing will always find a song.   Celtic Proverb

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Muffins for the 8:15 am Monday Jazzercise class.

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Last night’s end-of-the-summer show from art camp.

My first classroom visit for the semester–an overage, remedial English class in an alternative school setting.

bags of glitter

Bags of positive energy to leave with each intern when I visit.

A Year of Writing Dangerously

Day 11 of my year of writing dangerously

Simply Abundant

You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.  Maya Angelou

Whoa!!!  So the plan is to write morning pages, maintain a daily blog, read at least an hour a day, facilitate two weekly intern seminars, teach an afterschool program of creative word and number play twice a week, alternate exercise classes with mindful walking,  and begin gathering stories for my new writing project.

So this week I add the two intern seminars to my schedule of morning pages, a daily blog, an exercise plan and reading,  and I’m already behind.  Except in a good way.  I’m excited.  I carry a notepad with me everywhere now, so I can jot down the ideas that come to me in the car, the shower, exercise class, the grocery store, the walk, the meetings, and the Toyota waiting room.  Breathe, Laura.  This is a good thing.

My computer should be ready early next week and I’ll begin visiting interns’ classrooms–an alternative remedial reading class and a high school biology class.  One of the books I’m currently reading, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair by Nina Sankovitch, tells of her plan to read a book a day for a year and by the first week she’s sounding rather overloaded.  Breathe, Laura.  This is a good thing.

I am amazed at the creative energy that is pulsing through my once overwhelmed self.

I’m signing off now.  There’s tilipia in the refrigerator to be turned into fish tacos and a stack of books that needs to go back to the library.  Wonder what ideas will spark from those two activities?

Dealing with the Doubts

The relationship between commitment and doubt is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it’s not without doubt but in spite of doubt.   Rollo May

After a day of feeling good about being on the ” right track,”  the Doubts creep in during the night.  Argh.

“You do know what you’re getting yourself into, don’t you?”  Firin Doubts asks.

“Um.  I think so.  What do you know that I don’t?  Wait, don’t answer that.”

Yesterday I ordered the computer I fell in love with at Office Depot last week.  But I didn’t buy it from them.  Instead I  went to a computer repair shop recommended by a friend because I need the guys that come with it.  I’m ready to plow into some heavy duty writing and messing with a temperamental old laptop that weighs twice as much as any currently on display at the four stores I visited is too distracting.  I had done my research and it was time to act.

“Well, what about that blog you started?  What are you trying to prove with that?”  Fuller Doubts adds.

“Prove?” I think.  “I hadn’t thought about what I was proving.   I’m a writer.  And writers write.  The last time I committed to a blog for a year was a good thing. Quit with your questions, please.  I need to get back to sleep.”

When I first get up I write morning pages, then head out the door for a Jazzercise class or a walk.  The blog begins when I return.  Actually that’s when the writing of the blog begins.  Ideas have been percolating long before that.
“Is that all you need to do to call yourself a writer?” Evan Moore Doubts queries.

I roll over, ready to get back to sleep.

On Labor Day (an idea I got from Barbara Abercrombie’s A Year of Writing Dangerously) I will begin my collection of  “school stories,” anecdotes from the university seminars I facilitate, the beginning teachers’ classrooms I visit, and a neighborhood after school program with which I work.

In spite of this family of Doubts.

The new computer!!!

Listening to Learn

Learning to Listen

Listening for Lessons

A Teacher and her Writing Practice

Writing Is My Drink

slake your thirst; find your voice


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