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To touch — though trembling — my own regret
Or the parts of me about which I wish to forget

To steal back words I spoke from my unknown fears
And the squandered minutes that turned into years

To give only love to places that feel most hated
But allowing no ground when boundaries are debated

I sealed my yesterdays with fervency’s kiss
Then woke up tomorrow and carried out this

Kamala

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Oh, I do
Hope
May The Flowers read my thousand thoughts
My apologies for the thistle, I allowed to crowd
Forgive me for the invasive vines, that strangled your sunlight away

As I stayed grieving lost ground

There, at blooms edge, sat I

Dreams began to die

But for a mid-morning,
A cool sunlit day, then, did I decide
To pause and prosecute, with an, “anchors aweigh,” a finally-freed echinacea
With my accomplished call, did the butterfly bush become tall

“No more…by the grace of God, no more”

Of a Feather

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Fireflies try
And, so do I
To simply fly
And not ask why
Of the days we get stepped on
Of our glow from dusk to dawn
Should our days feel underground
Should the answers stay unfound

Fireflies know
And, so do I
Our wings and light
Will end the night

“Precept: A Haiku”

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Question: What one or two precepts have served you well?

==> Short vid gazing above the clouds at 14,000ft from behind the wheel down Pikes Peak Highway to inspire and thrill you….

“Precept: A Haiku”
One hand on the wheel
One hand reaching for the sky
Life requires this

#Precept
#PikesPeak
#Haiku
#RoadTrip

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What makes a teacher great?

A skilled teacher has a willingness to let students’ natural curiosities and skills emerge to the forefront of learning during class time. Curriculum is important, but the students’ buy-in is more so.

Wicked Winds

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Cherry blossoms sometimes curl, dry, and fly away
Plans crash amongst the tides despite our calm agendas

Who said there’d be no wicked winds
What sacred book of days ever promised perfect

We arrive and pass this way on our way to leaving
Fruit and blue-green golden hours coursing through our veins

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What notable things happened today?

Four days ‘til my 56th birthday, and it finally dawned on me today that this storm is not without God’s presence.