From the tatters of our hearts,
let’s sew ourselves a blanket.
We will cover our sadness with snippets of memories — old ones that prick our fingers when touched
– patched together in a new design.
We will repurpose the frayed pieces!
Make them new,
make them ache less with time.
Our deft fingers can surely handle
the task of fixing a few broken threads.
Brave souls we are.
Beautiful hearts we are.
Let’s rework our broken hearts until they burst with color and joy again.
I’ve never been much of a poet but I sure like writing the stuff. Some of you know that I’m going through a difficult time in my life. To help me heal, I’m writing poetry. I’d like to post some of it for posterity’s sake. The digital record of this process will be good to reflect on later, I think.
Today, I wrote this one.
The Things I Kept After
The things I kept after the separation
glare sometimes from the shelf.
I replaced the hammer quicker than I bought us the first one.
The coffee cups now feel foreign in my hands.
I bought a welcome mat because I’d never had one before.
Sometimes new things are okay.
Mostly they just stare at me,
wondering when my heart will stop missing old worn out things.
I love traditional fresh pumpkin pie as much as the next American but I had filo dough burning a hole in my freezer. So, I baked my pie pumpkin in the oven at 350 degrees until it was soft.
Then I let it cool and spiced it like I would pumpkin pie filling, including adding eggs and cream. I put a thin slice of butter in each section of a muffin tin before putting filo dough squares in each muffin cup.
Then I brushed the edges with melted butter and scooped the filling in. A few chopped pecans on top and into the oven it went.
I baked for a few minutes uncovered before covering with tin foil and baking until the filling was firm in the middle.
Top with fresh whipped cream and enjoy!
Every meeting has an asshole.
We were crammed into a cozy library at a local all-boys school. About thirty English teachers from around the district, gathered to participate in yet another professional development day of meetings. Volun-told (vs. volunteered).
After a hectic morning and a room switch, our apologetic and smiling speaker began her presentation. Minutes later — before our speaker really had a chance to jump in — a slender impatient finger rose.
“So how is this different from the materials in our textbook,” she asked.
It was one of many so-called “tough” questions the woman attempted to hurl at our speaker. For an all-day training, 9 a.m. is much too early in the workshop to be critical. Our speaker did her best to fend off the instant negativity but the meeting had already gone downhill. You know it’s bad when people in the audience begin standing up for the speaker.
Half an hour later… we finally got started.
Perhaps other professions experience this too: the asshole at meetings. They bother me, set me on an instant edge. Professional development or staff development or an in-service day (whatever you’d like to call it) is not always fun. In fact, I’ve been to many conferences or meetings that feel like an utter waste of time.
If I had to guess, I’d say this is much to the detriment of a good speaker or presenter. It’s not fair, frankly. Some of them never have a chance.