It takes time to grow solid friendships, weathering storms, enjoying the sunshine, bending in the wind, swaying with the breeze. Your roots become so entangled that it is difficult to imagine any separation possible. But it happens,circumstances change, the roots must be disentagled. The growth continues but a piece feels missing. In my case, two.
It is hard to be so far away, but I know, and am forever thankful, that those roots are solid and will be forever in tact.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Stories, Shyamalan, and Symbols
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friend of mine loves to read as long as she doesn’t have to look for symbols, themes, meanings.... Yet between this conversation earlier this week and another Shyamalan movie tonight (Devil), I begin to realize that my love of reading comes from just that – any aspect of a story that moves it from the literal to the abstract (hard to believe I decided to teach English).

And I am a great fan of all things Shyamalan (ok – The Happening really wasn’t “happening”). I adore his “stories”. I admire the imagination and courage to put “out there” something that many people are going to complain about because just maybe it takes to much thought (or the fact that the beast in The Village wasn’t a creepy, scary make-believe monster). I love any story that not only makes me think but often begs the necessity of a second (or third) read or watch (Inception would definitely rank high on that list). And Shyamalan does that for me most consistently (at least with movies).
His stories touch on universal questions and ideas. Reflect on human behavior, both good and evil. Leave us pondering more about ourselves and those around us. And most importantly, at least for me, with the realization that good can win out in the end, even if it may not be exactly the way we might wish.
I will always be thankful for the true story tellers, those who are willing to share their imaginations with us, taking us to places we may never have been aware of, or showing us that their ideas are not that far from our own. Even those who simply allow us to enjoy a wonderful story, escaping reality for a bit - “temporarily suspending our disbelief”.
I will always be thankful for the true story tellers, those who are willing to share their imaginations with us, taking us to places we may never have been aware of, or showing us that their ideas are not that far from our own. Even those who simply allow us to enjoy a wonderful story, escaping reality for a bit - “temporarily suspending our disbelief”.
And the truth is I believe all readers take something away from the stories they read, be it symbolism or not.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
History and Scriptures

Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Reviving Ophelia

Interestingly enough, it has been brought back to the forefront through my daughter. Her interest has peaked mine once again. As a high school teacher, I am hoping that it will make a difference in my understanding of others, especially those young minds that I come into contact with daily.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
When to Read
Every time I assign this book, I have at least one student come back the next day and inform me that his/her mother/father "hated that book". I will concede that it is a dark read, but also an educating read, eye-opening read, thought provoking read. As I begin this novel for the umpteeth time, I am still awed by the diction, imagery, and symbolism of Golding. The story unsettles my spirit each time I peruse it, but maybe our spirits are a little too settled, a little too often.
The Gift of Fear

I love reading books that alter how I live - ok, I love reading books - but especially when they can be life changing. THE GIFT of FEAR by Gavin deBecker is just one of those books!
One comment reads: "True fear is a gift. Unwarranted fear is a curse. Learn to tell the difference." And a difference there truly is. I find myself looking at the world, people, actions, and attitudes surrounding me in a much different light. A much more positive and educated light.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Bittersweet
Sitting behind a student last Friday, waiting for graduation to begin, I commented that next year it would be him down there. His belief – it will be bittersweet.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this is the perfect word for a senior teacher as well. As I watched my students walk toward their diplomas and new lives, I found myself both excited for them but a bit sad that memories will be all I have for the years to come.As a teacher, I have always had to opportunity to see my previous students for a least another year as they move throughout high school. This is the first time I will not have that luxury. Now the end of the year is the end of high school for them.
But I am thankful for the memories and the year of their lives shared. As they move forward into a new arena, I hope that each finds the life dreamed and is willing to work diligently towards making it a reality, realizing both the positive and negative are a necessity toward adulthood – a bit bittersweet.
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