Warrior Wednesday: Mother Warrior

August 8, 2012

“The way of a warrior is based on humanity, love, and sincerity; the heart of martial valor is true bravery, wisdom, love, and friendship. Emphasis on the physical aspects of warriorship is futile, for the power of the body is always limited. ~The Art of Peace p59

I think this pic goes great along side my poem Warrior Queen. I might try and expand or revise it some. I wrote some poetry as a gratitude exercise yesterday. The Literacy Through Photography class last week really has me wanting to write more poetry.

chaotic note

Links I Like

Mindful Self-Compassion for Kids

The Mindful Path to Self-Compassion (Book Listing)

Antidotes to Anxiety-manage anxiety with humor

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STY: FKU and Kyoshi Warrior Spirit!

August 28, 2011

Feminist Karate Union

So jealous of this Dojo Seattle! I might have to settle for getting a t-shirt.

Did I mention/ show this in my Last Airbender/ Comic Book Geekery post?

I got kiddo a green “Kyoshi Warrior” shirt, orange lipstick, and a black skirt for dress up!


Prattle

June 26, 2011

i’ve been busy lately studying for the GRE and trying to figure out a way I can get some extra time on the test without paying for a full Learning Disabilities evaluation. I might have found it.

My first pass through and review of the GRE math material is completed. On to attacking GRE vocabulary (see title). i started making my very own word searches through Discovery’s website. </me a geek>

The pool was fun today and kiddo can actually swim a few yards by herself in water over her head!

chaotic notes

Loving this poem: thanks Daisy and Irene for pointing this out to me!

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

~~~~~~~

My Grandfather’s Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen

from Belonging p197

True service is not a relationship between expert and problem; it is far more genuine than that. It is a relationship between people who bring the full resources of their combined humanity to the table and share them generously. Service goes beyond expertise. Service is another way of life.

Should I live to be very old, I expect that I will not remember the times when I was ‘cool’ but will be warmed only by the times I cared passionately, risked everything to make a difference, and knew who I was.


(re)Enter TeacherLand

December 2, 2010

Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

Really, being not-so good at organizing and structuring time has been rough for these four glorious years of my daughter’s early childhood. Being Add-ish i think makes it worse on a Mom who works in the home. Add in how my prematurity has my brain wired even more funny and ugh.  I didn’t realize it until this morning. I’ve had structure for the last two days and it felt wonderful. I feel like I’ve been catapulted into a new wonderfully organized world. Things make sense again.

<look at the butterfly!>And I’ve neglected my blog for a bit of Real Life!

Originally I dreamed of being a Teacher, your run of the mill Elementary School Teacher. Like my heroine Mother Jones. Then I took the required math and…..Fell.On.My.Face. Next, I changed my major because statistics seemed more do-able than base-10 base-4, etc.

~ADD’ed the rest of being an undergraduate. My grades fluctuated with the season I believe. I always started out strong in the fall after loving the summer sun (ok that’s an exaggeration). Then I did more falling.on.my. face in the winter-spring semester.

Learning Math is a huge stumbling block for me. I had an almost panic attack the other day trying to fill out Kiddo’s RegisteredTrademark College Savings Plan- there are FORTY pages of information.

That’s ok because I have my friends and family to help me through this. I am one grateful mama right now for so many reasons! And I found some structure….


FTY: Grandmas

November 19, 2010

Thank You Grandma and Mom for all the unpaid work you did and I benefited from.

May you always be blessed.

from Mary as Goddess

I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter. . . .
I am she whose wedding is great,
And I have not taken a husband. . . .
I am shameless;
I am ashamed. . . .
I am godless,
And I am one whose God is great.

Thunder, Perfect Mind
Gnostic Poem
(A, p. 55-6)

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