Tuesday Special: three for one.
Love is a better marinade; it makes life juicy.
Life is what you make it
Live it Love it
I’m excited about this life changing choice I’ve made. I’m going to still impact the lives of children but without being told how to do it by those who think they know how to do it.
Love is the Glue.
Schrijver means writer in Dutch. This is a page from The Holland Journal. Someone I had met in Holland (back in 2000) recently got in touch with me via email. An excerpt below from the recent email:
One evening a friend (Cathelijne) and I decided to hang out in the Irish pub. Soon we started talking with this nice girl, Megan, carrying a notebook. She told us that she was from the United States and was traveling through Europe and the Netherlands and for some reasons I do not remember anymore about why she visited Groningen that day. See was curious about our lives, the Netherlands and the city of Groningen.
It is a weird thing that for reasons unknown and at times you least expect it you meet people you never forget. It is that magical thing that makes some people and some events more special than others. I remember we liked the girl and decided to take her on tour in the night life of Groningen. It became a great night. We visited many bars, had many, many dances and had a lot, lot, lot of fun together. It was so to say legen, wait for it, dary (to quote Barney from the sitcom How I Met Your Mother).
I remember that it was already early the next morning when I walked the girl back to her hotel. I remember me and her talking about her dream to write a book about her travels and about the poetry see sometimes wrote. Since she had to travel back further (I think even back to the States) the next day we decided to exchange e-mail addresses and keep in touch and maybe, who knows, meet again somewhere.
Do you remember?
Is it weird to reply to a 14 year old e-mail (and spam it to all other addresses I could find of you)? Yes, it definitely is but my curiosity wins it over the chance you do not like it or do not remember so here is my reply. I hope that you receive it, read it and maybe reply again and answer the questions. How are you, are you well and do you remember? …. I do…
We had kept in touch briefly by email in 2000 and life faded into life for both of us on separate continents.
I often thought of this person wondering what happened to him. So interesting when life comes full circle. For me, 14 years later, he remembered the girl with the journal who asked people to sign it. He could very well be the person who wrote “Schrijver” in the journal. I love this page of the journal. There is a coffee stained poem written on the back.
Strolling along in
A canal lined street
2 young girls scream
In fun, “Halo” to fellow Sunday
Little Girl amusement sings
in their shirts
I ask to take their picture
and they say cheese with
As I walk away on of the
girls says, “Touriste.”
I say “Watch it…no
There is a quiet hum
Now as I sit on green
Steps. My yellow backpack
Blends in so
And I share a moment
Here is some background info on this page in the Original Journal.
1. It is the current Original Journal (I am carrying this one around with me now in North Carolina).
2. Emery Smith was an administrator that I worked for (as a teacher). He is also a redhead.
3. Anne Lamott is one of my all time favorite authors.
4. Emins or Emily Ashley is a random person — have no idea who she is. She is obviously an Original Journal signer. I love what she says and I also love that it is on the same page as Anne Lamott’s Original Journal signing.
5. That is red ink that bled onto my notebook at the top. I am not one to put caps back on pens and of course, the journal travels with me everywhere I go.
Hope. Wish. Dream. Be.
Journal Your Journey
Here is the original post on Eva from the blog. Wise woman Eva is.
Have a great hump day.
Hope. Wish. Dream. Be.
Journal Your Journey.
This was written in a purple A to Z kids’ cursive handwriting practice journal. (Yes, remember when teachers actually taught this beautiful art form?)
This journal signature was on the W page. Each of my students wrote their own favorite word in the journal, choosing a letter of their own. Ernesto chose W.
Ernesto was a 4th grade student in my class in 1998 – 1999 in Southern California. He was a hispanic boy with the most beautiful big brown eyes and long eyelashes. He was a kind soul. I wonder what he is doing now. He was a poet and philosopher. I loved talking with him. He was an old soul and had a lot of wisdom for a boy so young.
Kids are wise; they see truth.
Let me be frank —
All that is lost is symptom — all that is gained is created. Wellness is your destiny. Work it.
I wish I could tell you who Ted is. This journal is from the late nineties, dare I say early turn of the millennium. Ted is wise.