Tag Archives: Advice

You should seek to

23 Feb

inspire you, to be the most YOU you’ve ever known.

inward jot

21 Feb

Keep moving forward.  And if you do step backwards a bit, or are forced backward somehow, see it as a forward.  Life is over before it’s adequately appreciated.  So, start appreciating.  Everything you do.  With all actuation there’s lesson, there’s education, there’s an expansion of self and vision.  Of everything.

Today’s been one of those days where I can’t stop writing, I can’t stop recording and trapping my thoughts and what I learn from what I see.  From the car accident on 101 this morning which nearly made my son and I late for his drop-off, to writing at home in peace for over two hours, to the English 5 class I just taught.  There’s no need to separate or categorize, with what I’ve today or ever written.  It’s all connected, it’s all part of the composition, part of the essay of your time here on Earth.

I learn from this, sitting here in the conference room, writing notes for the next class to musing in the idea of only moving forward.  That there is no defeat, there is no slow, there is no retraction if we don’t so wish.  Seeing everything as motion toward 12, as boon, a gem, a lesson, tireless and widely beneficial forward.


Be a reader

18 Feb

of your story. Read further into the pages, learn from your movements and words, scenes and narrative shape.

Coffee & Notes

13 Feb

Start the day with loudness and eager voice.


10 Feb

Photo on 2-10-18 at 8.47 AM #3Wrote a verse that I quite like, if you should know, here at the Windsor Starbucks.  Woman asking me if she can use the two chairs on the other side of this table, “We’re having a bit of a reunion,” she said.  I told her sure, and to enjoy.  Feeling more than positive this morrow, with poetry in every one of my breaths and turns of neck.  Deciding to have everything be verse today, and going forward, for an number of reasons none of which I want to bore you with, but know this morning has educated me wildly.  Exactly 30 minutes left in my sitting here, the large group loud but beats in my ears, forcing me to stay in poetry mode, selling the tracks soon, promising self.  Man in front o’ me on phone with sunglasses on, typing something on phone and the size of the group increases, as does their volume.  I look at them and see verse shooting from each mouth, each dialect and tongue, life story and love shade.  Sip my coffee and the ice I requested put in already melted.

Yesterday, young girl, just 21, tasting wine with her family mentioned the buttery aspect of a Chardonnay, and that she like it, that butter made it better, then reciting “Life is a good butter.” I wrote it down immediately, telling her that was a great line.  She and her family laughed, not at me but that I found it so amusing.  They asked if I wrote, I said yes, then distracted them with more wine so they wouldn’t see me jotting their voices and boxing their dialogue.

Managed to write a poem last night as well, after Alice and I got back from Rosso.  So much in and on and about, all around, mind this morning.  Life.. so short.  How you don’t know when your last page is I find terrifying and terrific, concurrently.  You have right now, you have everything around you to write about.  There is NO excuse to not be writing, narrating your day and morning, the current thought.  And if you are lying in bred, this Saturday morning, just relaxing, write about what that’s doing to your character, AND… use that meditation to plan and draw a map to your There.  This is not just me writing before work, this is me seeing everything as there for US, to get us to where we see ourselves… to a dream, to a paradise, to a career clear of harassment and liberated from any supervisory tyranny.  Oh… you are so much stronger than you think, reader.  Test yourself… watch what happens.

I smirk in realizations, this morning, for all of us. Not just me, believe.  The group in front of me, all age zones and realities.  And whatever your age is, it doesn’t matter.  You’re only alive in this second, this second.  This second doesn’t happen again.  Ever.  So… go.  Actuate.  Gravitate toward your There.  Make it your Here. The dichotomy isn’t as drastic as perceived.  Or, it doesn’t have to be.  Think in yay-say yells…. Wrote this morning, “Your story.  You’re the narrator.  You’re in control.  Someone tries to tell you what to do, remind them of this, with unwavering loudness.” Try it.  Taste it.  Fly from there…. Butter.  And life is more than merely ‘good’.

What are you doing to

5 Feb

get closer to where you want to be?

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We’d love to read your thoughts and story, YOUR life.


Photo on 2-5-18 at 11.37 AM

20:51.  Day’s end. 

30 Jan

Photo on 1-29-18 at 9.01 PMOn floor and thinking over day.  What I want from tomorrow, and trying to make self relax and not overthink what I’m currently entertaining and visualizing.  But I can’t help it.  That’s a consequence of passion.  Offered to 1A class this evening to know your self-teaching style, as I’m always reminding them that they are their best teachers.  And, equally crucial, know your learning style.  I reflect and react to such an idea, an extension of Bob Coleman, the best teacher I’ve ever had (next to Dad) at SSU… he used to urge me to stay in research and work form, one time telling me about a time where he went to Germany for a single document, for something he was working on.  We all should be so dedicated to our projects, mad to explore and bizarrely passionate about our creative.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just see things, people and events and what you’re doing, with more believability, and poetry?  It just makes more sense?  Do you know what I’m intoning?  Have you felt it?  That’s where I am.  It started with the morning’s run, after taking the little beatniks to school.  Not I’m in school, I always am.  Learning from these days as we always should, and love the passion consequences.  Teaching self, and today more than other days I have a delightedly beaming student.