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Archive for April, 2011

You can call me flower…

…if you want to. (Bambi)

Do you remember that moment?  Bambi‘s a bit of a sappy movie for me, but I love that moment.  Flower, the skunk, meets Bambi when Bambi is just learning to talk.  He is naming things and comes nose to nose with a skunk, who is more than pleased with being mistaken for something “purty”.  I love that scene.  It’s so innocent and beautiful.  I’ve had that moment when I wish someone would think I was beautiful despite what others think of me.

As for the flower above, my wife and I are having a debate over what it is.  I’m pretty sure it’s a rhododendron.  She thinks I’m wrong.  Anyone want to help us out?


Is it weird to be obsessed with your own skin?

Ever since getting this tattoo it has been a source of constant reminding and explaining and inspiring.

Reminding because there are days in my life when I think it would be peachy to live for myself only.

Explaining because there are a remarkable number of people in this world who have such miniscule vocabularies that I have to explain what “vain” means.  Also, there are a remarkable number of people who think that because the word “vain” is near a VEIN that I might have misspelled it.  Ha!  Ridiculous.  Why would I want to remind myself not live in a vein?

Inspiring because when I look down at my left forearm I’m inspired to be more than my base instincts, be more than average, be more than myself.

I think I need a few more tattoos.  I might be superhuman with just two or three more.


A Canadian Hero

At Simon Fraser University, in Burnaby, BC, there’s a bronze statue memorial for Terry Fox.  He’s a Canadian hero.  He decided that, while he had cancer and had already had a leg removed, he would run across Canada to show both that people with cancer could accomplish great things and raise awareness to the cause of research for a cure for cancer.  Along the way he quietly ran into the hearts of millions of Canadians.  He’s definitely one of my heroes.

Keep running, Terry.


I’m tired. Will you accept a Black and White photo of a mountain and marsh?

I had parent-teacher interviews tonight, and I’ve not been home all day, but I wanted to post this.  It is absolute crap weather outside and at the rate we’re going it should be sunny sometime around October.  Also, maybe I can get some solid sleep by then.

Anyway, I’m rambling and need to sleep.

Here’s the photo.  Sleep well.


Which words motivate you?

These words are on a chalkboard in the entrance to my house.  I don’t look at them often enough.  I’m an English teacher and words have been my mistress for a long time.  I love the feel of certain words when spoken; I love the sound of a word when it meets my ear.  I love when I learn a word in another language and have to move my tongue in an awkward way to make it sound right.  What I love most, however, is when words can evoke a pure, inspirational emotion in the heart of the listener.

“I am proud of you.”

“I love you.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re amazing.”

I bought a bunch of Magnetic Poetry kits – one for my fridge (I’ve made my kids write a poem each to be excused from the table); one for the entrance of the house; one for the vintage fridge door I have in my classroom.

What’s funny is that I wrote these phrases, in the photo above, but they still inspire me and start my day in a more positive way.

What inspires you?

BTW, Happy Birthday Mom!


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