…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?
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.
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 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.
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.”
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!