Conversation with Myself

Conversation with myself #8 It’s going to be a tough week on many levels. The one human being who has taught me so much about life and non-verbal communication is moving away to another town and another school. She will be missed dearly as She brings so much love and energy to our learning circle. All who meet this young woman fall in love with Her – and yearn to know more about Her. She’s an enigma – one that conquers your heart when you least expect Her to do so. She has taught me how to be patient, to … Continue reading Conversation with Myself

Conversation with Myself

Conversation with myself #6 Well, dear Anne, I went to bed looping – a term I coined when I think too much. It happens when I spend too much time trying to figure out what some personal or professional outcomes may look like. In my mind, I orchestrate all sorts of scenarios and then, I spin out of control. I’ve heard myself screaming in my own mind: let it go … let it be … and yet, here I am. A 50 year old lady trying to figure things out, one who has trouble letting go and who, quite obviously, … Continue reading Conversation with Myself

What if …

Conversation with myself #4 : After spending time in a few online meetings at night this week, it has become extremely clear that I am slowly changing and hopefully growing as a human being. I’ve been dealing with a lot of tough stuff lately, and truth be told, a lot of questions are emerging from particular situations. How does one draw boundaries for herself first before she helps others ? Why do ‘results’ always matter in an educational system where we are supposed to be ‘helping students grow emotionally’ into being well-rounded, happy individuals ? Why am I feeling like … Continue reading What if …

Goutte de vie

Elle tombe doucement, goutte par goutte Cette pluie glaciale qui vient d’un ciel Gris – qui me rappelle combien la vie Est un événement temporel Qui tout d’un coup peut s’effacer  À tout jamais … Goutte de vie … La vie nous est prêtée, me disait ma  Mère, quand elle pleurait la Vie de ses parents :  il faut pleinement  En profiter, et non la vivre faisant semblant D’être heureux et d’aimer ceux qui autour De nous, prennent de notre âme et de notre cour Intérieure ce qui est de plus précieux : Temps, pensées et amour  Ce qui importe tant au cœur … Continue reading Goutte de vie

Un vendredi à quelque part …

On a perdu un des nôtres hier, dans notre grande famille d’école.   C’est à ce moment que j’ai réalisé, encore une fois, combien la vie est précieuse et si fragile.  Combien un geste de bonté et de cœur peut compter dans un moment qui devient si difficile à naviguer.  Il était jeune, le nôtre, et rempli de rêves et de tout ce qui est beau.  Il aspirait faire ceci, aller là-bas.  Il souriait et surtout, il apportait cette énergie que l’innocence sait bien dégager :  espoir, entraide , communauté et amour.  Dans cet énorme pénombre , nous retrouverons un jour la lueur de ce qu’il a su … Continue reading Un vendredi à quelque part …

About Allowing Myself to Be …

I spent the night floating around in ideas. Truth of the matter is, I am currently embarked on another profound journey which explores minimal space ( distance between events that have passed and the space in between them – on the road to the next step ) It’s come to my attention, once again, that I haven’t been paying ‘attention’ to myself as much as I have been to others. I’ve managed to get myself caught between that rock and that hard place, and I can’t seem to pry myself away from either one of those areas. I know, you’ll … Continue reading About Allowing Myself to Be …