2023_BlogPrompt #4 – Connection

Today’s prompt is Connection. Use this word as your jumping off point or simply as a word within your post. Write about connections. You might choose the connection of physical things, humans, or animals. Or you might examine connections of intangible ideas. Connection—where does the word lead you? If you choose to take up the challenge, please add a pingback to this prompt.

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It’s easy to get lost amid the everyday clamor and chaos that fills our lives. There is a constant need to do, to produce, to improve, to churn out whatever it is we do—words, students, products, profits, etc. When did we become a society so connected to data and measurement and profit that we forgot to connect with humanity? We’ve forgotten to build connections with other humans. Life should not be a constant battle to improve our numbers and our output. It should be about connection, relationships, and what we are doing to better ourselves, our lives, and the lives of those around us.

Four days into my blogging challenge and I am trying to maintain a connection between where I started and where I am going. My purpose is to write, to get back to writing regularly, perhaps surpassing my previous one-to-two times per week, to bring joy back to my creative process. My purpose is to break free of the writers’ block that has held me back for too long. And my purpose is to help others do the same.

And so, I am seeking to build the connection between myself and my Muse. I want to connect with my ideas, nature, words, readers, and other writers. I want to build a community of readers and writers and join others in their community. By building a community, we can forge some much needed connections—connections we have forgotten along the way.

2023_BlogPrompt #3 – Optimism

Today’s prompt is Optimism. Use this word as your jumping off point or simply as a word within your post. I always like to approach my life with optimism—perhaps too much sometimes. What is your overall mindset? Are you a glass-half-full or a glass-half-empty person? What does optimism mean for you? If you choose to take up the challenge, please link to your blog in the comments and provide a pingback to this prompt.

The year always starts out in a tumultuous way. Seriously. Every year, for whatever reason, I expect a smooth transition from one year to the next. And every year, without fail, I spend January reeling from the challenges that come, one after another from the moment the clock strikes midnight on January first. It’s never a smooth transition. I don’t know why I expect one.

But with ever-present optimism, I know that things will get better. The year will settle into a rhythm—smoother than the turbulent beginnings might indicate. Projects will get done. New routines will be established, and peace will be found like a treasure that’s been lost.

2023 holds much promise. But just like any other year, it will surprise, it will disappoint, it will challenge (in good ways and bad), and it will march ahead, day-by-day, one day after another. May the surprises you encounter be wonderful, the disappointments be few, and the peace be a treasure you carry with you through the challenges you face.

2023_BlogPrompt #2 – Letting go

Today’s prompt is Letting go. Use this phrase as the subject or simply as words within your post. We can’t walk into a new year with new goals if we are holding on to old habits or patterns that have been holding us back. Is there something—a ritual, a memory, an item, a person—that you have been holding on to? Would it do you good to let it go? What are you letting go of today, or what will you continue to carry with you? If you choose to take up the challenge, please link to your blog in the comments and provide a pingback to this prompt.


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This year, I’m letting go of the things that hold me back. To start with, the things I own (material possessions) have multiplied in my life over the past many years as I have focused on raising my children. The things I have acquired fill my home in a way that no longer suits me. How much of this “stuff” is truly important? How much brings me joy? What do I really need? I have begun the process of donating, giving away, and otherwise letting go of all of the things that clutter up my home with no purpose. It is, in fact, a process, one that I have decided to approach as if I am moving out and would have to pack up and lug all this stuff with me. That way, if I actually do move, packing will be.

This year, I am letting go of as much negative energy as possible, which is a challenge with the negativity that infuses our society. But I am determined. Whether it’s ideas, attitudes, or people in my life, I am letting negativity go. It will roll off me as if I have a negative-proof coating. The fact is, life is short, and I’d rather focus on the good, on the positive, on the areas where I can make a difference.

Most importantly, I am letting go of others’ expectations. Society has this way of imposing on us what we should be. Should be according to whom?? According to celebrity reality show involving people who have never actually navigated what most of us consider reality? No thank you. Many days, my own expectations are hard enough to reach. This year, my expectations will be enough.

By letting go of the negative, I will make 2023 a most salubrious year!

2023_BlogPrompt #1 – Intention

Today’s prompt is Intention. Use this word as the subject or simply as a word within your post. What is your intention for today? For the new year? For this moment? Do you have a plan? Are you intentional? Or do you prefer spontaneity? If you choose to take up the challenge, please link to your blog in the comments and provide a pingback to this prompt.

I have been missing in action from my blog for a while now. It seems a combination of life and outside forces—particularly the pervasive negative attitude that is prevalent in society these days—has left me adrift as I try to stay afloat and a step ahead of the negative forces.

But I have done much soul-searching over the past few months—both through writing and through quiet moments of reflection, and I am slowly emerging (I hope) from this slump. I have realized that writing is important for me for several reasons. First, writing allows me to connect with my inner thinking and figure out life and where I am going.

Second, writing allows me to be creative in ways that real life often thwarts. I can express myself in full color without constantly checking for tone and intent. Writing is a garden where seeds are planted, and flowers bloom, and the sun shines warm and bright.

And third, writing is life for me. We all have that one thing that we truly believe we almost could not live without, that makes life just a bit easier. More bearable. We have all found a way to cope with what life throws our way. Writing is that force for me. If something comes up that threatens to tear me down, I write. If the utterly fantastic comes my way, I write. If I’m having trouble gathering myself together, I write.

Have I dealt with all that has held me back over the past year or two? Probably not. But regular writing will help with that, I should hope. And so, I step cautiously back into the blogging world with the intention of being a more regular presence around here, come what may. I will expand my presence to include a blog prompt to (hopefully) spark the creativity of others who have run up against the same writing block brick wall that I have come up against.

Struggle

I am struggling to find something to write about, to find a topic that works, that fits with where my head is. I have been thinking and striving and trying for a while now, but for the life of me, I cannot come up with a topic that works. In fact, I’ve written several blog posts recently, but none is right to post, though I may come back to those someday. Who knows?

I know this is part of the process, this struggle and striving. Writing is not as easy as it seems. Sure, it seems like all I have to do is string a bunch of words together to make some sense of the world. Anyone can do that, right? But there are times—so many times—when there is just nothing. No light shines through the cracks in the walls as it usually does, bringing with it a flood of new ideas on which to focus. No light.

Just a dark silence that reverberates through my brain, voiding my imagination of all… well, imagination. My creativity needs a new igniter.

I know this is a temporary situation; I’ve been here many times before. And I also know that pushing through it to write something—anything—will help me begin to move beyond this creative vacuum more quickly.

And so, press on I do. I have written those several aforementioned blog posts that are too bad to share. I have written letters and freewrites and quotes that might make me think. And still, the struggle continues. Over the weekend, I will work on some writing exercises. Anything to get some ideas flowing. And who knows? One of these days, the floodgates of creativity may just give way to a fast and furious overflow of ideas.

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Recharging

I am having difficulty writing these days. I don’t know where I’m stuck, but my mind will focus just long enough for me to have an idea and to think it is going to result in a blog post. But when I am part way through the writing, the idea fizzles, and I can’t figure out what it is I thought I would say. Or I’m distracted and end up a thousand miles away. Or perhaps… I have lost the magic.

Admittedly, I have been busy. The start of the school year has kept my mind moving a million miles a minute, or thereabouts. And long days of training students and prepping classes have kept me away from home and far from my computer.

Sometimes, we just need to take the time to work on finding balance and regaining our footing. So I am putting this here as a place holder to say, “I’m working on it.”

And I am. I am brainstorming and freewriting, doodling and walking. And I am staring at maps and asking for directions to help me find my way.

Before long, I will be back. The ideas will flow, and I will have direction. With any luck, my writing will be better than ever. Because the fact is I haven’t lost the magic. I am simply recharging my magic wand.

{Photo by Cristofer Jeschke on Unsplash}

Connections

We need to teach our children how to connect with others. I don’t mean teach them how to connect via social media—they are experts at that already. I mean we need to teach them to connect with other people face-to-face and one-on-one.

This thought struck me the other day after a couple things happened. First of all, I realized the new version of Google’s gmail is now offering me the option to click on a pre-determined email response. Essentially, it is “reading” my email and formulating a quick response that I can send to someone like, say, my boss, to thank her, let her know I will check into something, or make her think I am following up on her response or a request. In reality, the pre-determined one-click response allows me to not think. I don’t have to think about my response, and I don’t have to think about following up.

Now, I appreciate the time and effort Google has put in to formulating this algorithm, but shortcuts like this are the reason true communication skills are dwindling to non-functional levels. Seriously.

In order to have functional communication, we have to think about our responses. We have to consider whether an email deserves more than just a cursory glance. We have to think about the person who is receiving the response, and we must choose our language (and tone) based on our audience. Effective communication requires us to engage.

People are no longer engaged with communication. They are no longer engaged with others. They simply hit the reply button, send a one-to-ten word response, and they are done. That brevity does not encourage individuals to connect with other individuals. It demonstrates the power of technology to pull us apart. Yes, it does.

The second thing that gave me a glimpse into our need for better communication occurred when I was picking up a pack of colored chalk for some student tutors. I wandered into a local craft store. When I located the chalk and made my way to the check out, I was greeted by Ted. And when I say, “greeted by,” I mean Ted was working the register. He did not talk to me. He did not make eye contact. He did not speak in a voice that was loud enough or clear enough to be heard and understood. I am not sure why this corporation thought Ted was the best choice for this position. Then again, given the lack of any other visible workers in the store, I suppose their choice was limited.

Friends, we need to teach our children how to connect with others. We need to reinforce the importance of communication in all forms—face-to-face, through email, and over the phone. We need to teach them to look up from their shoes and make eye contact. We need to model and reinforce the conventions of carrying on a conversation. Being able to connect with other people is so important for living a healthy life. If our children have this skill—the ability to connect and communicate—they will have a strong foundation as they move on to “adulting.”

Time for Action

Dear Elected Officials,

Today is Ash Wednesday in the Christian calendar and also Valentine’s Day. It is a day to celebrate renewal, rebirth, and love. The perfect confluence of holiday and holy day.

And yet, here we are, once again shocked and bewildered by a mass shooting in a U.S. high school. We are listening to horrific accounts of students scattering to escape gunfire; hearing parents’ fear as they talk of receiving panicked texts from their children; watching the post-shooting press conferences as law enforcement officials talk of casualties. Here we are. Again.

And there you are, sitting on the floor of the House and the Senate, collecting your donations from corporations and organizations promoting their agendas. Lining your pockets with blood money. Living out your days of public service in affluence at the expense of our most vulnerable—our children—while you refuse to consider that the real problem with our county might just be a government that is sponsored by corporate interests.

Senator Chris Murphy stood on the floor of the senate, visibly shaken by the most recent news, and delivered a brief message before he moved on to business. He said you are all responsible, but then he ended with the statement, “We will hope for the best.” What?

Seventeen more lives lost, and you are going to “hope for the best”? Seventeen young people who will not make their contributions to the world. Seventeen what ifs. These were young people with their entire lives ahead of them, young people with great promise. They were everything to their families, just as your children are everything to yours.

Perhaps one of these students was to be the  brilliant mind to find a cure for the very cancer that could now take the life of your grandchild. Another of the victims would promote an innovative and workable idea to create lasting peace in the most intensely war torn regions of the world. One could have developed a system to recycle and purify the Earth’s dwindling water supply. And another would figure out a way to reverse brain damage.

We will never know what might have been. We will never see what these young people might have contributed to our society. Because they didn’t make it to their high school graduation.

Yes, Mr. Murphy, you and your colleagues are responsible. You cannot “hope for the best” while you sit on the senate floor and do nothing. In this case, “hope” is not an action verb. “Hope for the best” all you want, Mr. Murphy, but hope without action is for cowards.

It’s time, Senators and Congressmen, to take on the work of the people who elected you to office. It’s time to protect the right to life of the children already born. Risk the disdain of those around you and take some action. If you step out of your comfort zone and do rather than hope, you might just change the trajectory of our society.

{photo used with permission of my talented daughter}

Collaboration Qualm

I came across this quote today, and I found it intriguing. Visualize a qualm….

To me, an academic assignment that involves group work is sort of like a dish of melting ice cream. You might be deeply interested in the topic or the assignment, but the fact that you have to complete it with a group is disappointing and takes the fun out of the process. You know that you will have someone in the group who doesn’t carry his or her weight, and you are concerned that one person’s lack of contribution will affect the outcome of the entire project. And the evaluation of said project. And ultimately, the grade.

I have witnessed a few too many group projects gone wrong. In truth, if I had a dime for every time a student came to me with a complaint about a group project, I would be a wealthy woman. “This person isn’t doing any work, so now I have to do her part and my part,” or “So-and-so won’t respond to my texts, and he hasn’t completed the research we need.”

Wouldn’t you think by now, teachers would realize that a group will always carry one or more individuals. Group projects are a punishment to the good students because one or two of them will be forced to do all of the work and the others will skate through on the work (and the grades) of those students.

I have qualms about collaborative assignments. You probably have your own qualms. A dish of melting ice cream, a deflated balloon, a sailboat in the middle of a lake without a lick of breeze in the air. Think about your own qualms and come up with a good metaphor to describe them.

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Time’s Apprentice

I am an apprentice of time. This fact was made obvious to me this morning when I turned the calendar and found the words—right across the page all bold and bright—Imagine the Possibilities.

My mind immediately started to do just that. It was as if the suggestion suddenly took on life and moved under its own power. I could see it like roots of a vine digging in and taking hold. So much power in a simple suggestion! Not only did I begin to imagine all that the month of May might hold, I actually noticed the thirty-one blank squares that were arranged beneath the word “May.” Thirty-one days when I can take on new challenges, learn new things, develop my soul, and become a better me.

Imagine the Possibilities! Yes, let’s do that. The possibilities are endless, and when we imagine them, it is as if they expand and grow and become more… well… possible. Imagine!

I am an apprentice to this whole time thing (does anyone ever really master time?). Maybe not, but imagine what could happen if we open ourselves up to time and to all of its possibilities!