Thanks for sharing the inspiring poem, and all the great links. Your cocoa method of handling insomnia sounds much more fun than medication. Hope you’re able to get some good rest soon! xo

blessings,
sage

you always take me down an interesting path

thanks

xox – eb.

The hopeful subject with a bucket … wonderful and wonderous! I love this, but then again, I love ALL of your work! I am all about HOPE right now, so thank you for being right on time with your post.

Maginificent poem from your former teacher … teachers have the power to build up like few others can.

It’s a shame teachers seem to fall into one of two categories, brilliant mentor or shamelessly mean. I think we’ve all had both. i think the goal is to learn from each if we can. I loved Mr. Johnson, my middleschool art teacher who was so encouraging, I loathed my middleschool chorus teacher who flat out told me I couldn’t sing. She has never heard me while I’m in the shower, I’m quite good. ;}

Painters Keys has some truly thought provoking articles, glad you found them.

…gotta go check your site now.

I’ve nominated you for the Thinking Blogger Award, check it out! See my list on my FW Diary blog.

Hugs, E

OK…in highschool, we had a nice art teacher, but she did not pay very much attention to me. I was always into drawing models with outfits, or making stencils for a home decor project. I was NOT the kid sketching deep, dark faces with mean eyes…I was usually painting fabric to make a pillow out of. She paid attention to those types of kids, and just kind of let me be.

I DID however have a WONDERFUL theatre arts teacher, who wore wild scarfs and a different pair of BIG glasses everyday. She had lived in NYC, and called all of us her “Darlings”. She passed away years ago. She was friends with my Aunt who produced the local community theatre….which I was a part of….so she adored me. SO…I think she fed my creativity, while the other kind of ignored it. it balanced out.

and I babble on…..

This post actually reminds me of a HORRIBLE chorus teacher we had. SHE totally played favorites, and totally made the rest of us feel like dog poo. I was a cheerleader my freshman year. There was about 5 of us who cheered and was in chorus. We had to wear our uniforms to school the day of a game. She used to scream at the chorus (there was about 50 of us) to “STOP SOUNDING LIKE A BUNCH OF WHINEY SCREAMING CHEERLEADERS!” while we’d sit there in our uniforms. She was an old bag. If I had kids, and I found out a teacher was doing something like this….we’d be nose to nose, and I guarantee I’d win. It’s just so WRONG! I’m still irritated thinking about it now!

thanks for letting me step back in time. xoxox ~Jes