What is Writing? – The Work of Lynda Barry

Knowledge is power, and reading is the main way to gain knowledge.  This is something that was instilled in me from a young age.  And though throughout my childhood, reading took hard work, I became an avid reader.  I loved that reading took me away from my suburban life and transported me to so many different places and experiences. Reading made me a writer. 

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.

Cozy Comfort on Blustery Days

Weekend winter days allow me to have time to paint, read, write, cook, and nap.  All the things I enjoy and need to nourish my spirit.  This weekend I spent most of my time reading, writing, and napping.  I was slow to rise and allowed myself a late start.  When I emerged from the layers of comforters, I went right to the stove to put on a kettle for tea and a pot of water for making oatmeal.Â