Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
For a long while I have felt that transferring schools was the worst mistake of my life. I have been so emotionally brutalized that I developed psoriasis, anxiety attacks and acid reflux. I was truly not aware such cruelty existed. Looking back I dont' know why I didn't hear warning bells!
But I am stronger now because of it. I am able to pray for good for the one who has hurt me so. It is still a daily struggle. I know that I'm a good teacher who has something to give and I'm needed.
I get up at 5 and spend the time girding myself to face the day and mostly I'm able to hold down the fear and stay positive.
Bring it on!
I'm ready!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Jumping off the Rainbow
I feel like I've turned a corner.
like I've discovered a new world
and like I've come home...
feeling surer
feeling stronger
Feeling loved and loving...
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