Journey to the Land of Wild Blueberries

I know Maine is renowned for its lobster, and I do enjoy that treat dipped in drawn butter.  I confess, I’d like almost anything if it was dipped in melted butter. But on this trip I focused on the blueberries.  Even though in late August the wild blueberries are gone,  I marveled at all the wild blueberries bushes that line the trails.  They seemed to grown everywhere.  

Small Wonders

I am constantly attuned to the little things stirring: the beetle, the butterfly, the inch worm, and the ladybug. I sit and watch them, meditating, slowing my breath, taking in all they have to teach me. I want to learn their ways. I want to be completely in their world even for a moment. When I become them, I become more myself.

Walking Towards Summer

The third week of May is approaching.  For school that means spring testing is done, spring conferences are coming, children are restless, and teachers are restless.  We see the end, but it isn’t quite here.  It’s not that we don’t enjoy learning and teaching.  It’s purely that we are tired.  We need a rest.  We need to rest our bodies and our minds.  We need that warm summer sunshine, not this rainy spring.