Tuesday, March 22, 2011

March 23, 2011 One Sentence Journal

Samuel’s desire to return to the labyrinth filled me with optimism for the second time in a week.

March 23, 2011 One Sentence Journal

Samuel’s desire to return to the labyrinth filled me with optimism for the second time in a week.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

One word journal: January 19, 2011

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This morning I am grateful for....

the comment from Simon on my small stones blog. Somehow reading comments from writers I know who are admired brings more of a “big deal” feeling to me. Strange yet not, I suppose.

my Writing Campers. Intense, lovely work being done at Camp.

the ability to show up at 43things as I can and knowing it is here, will be here and my friends are here… loving and waiting and cool with my presence and my absence as well.

the coldness on the tip of my nose. Says “I am alert.”

My notebooks.

The drive to Los Angeles yesterday. Tedious and yet… awakening.

Yesterday’s Moonset and Sunrise.

January 20, 2011: This Morning....

Samuel’s bus arrived, right on time, despite the foggy conditions outside my window which block my view of much of anything.

I woke him up early and suggested he play with his WII before he set off, knowing some play time might help his school time. He would leave on a happy note, a “I did my favorite thing!’ before he had to face the unpleasantness of peers who don’t quite understand him. This year he has been saying things like, “I want to be a hermit” and I talked to a teacher who just mentioned in passing how the protectiveness of Samuel’s former class room aid pointed toward children not being so nice to Samuel on the playground.

He is exhibiting an escalation in bad behaviors which have been decreased since I have strategically used his WII as an early morning device as well as a conversation topic and a subject for social stories.

He walked out the door this morning and I reminded him. “I believe in you. Samuel, I love you!” I have trained myself to use four word sentences when he is leaving for school and when he is coming home from school. He appreciates that uniformity.

Since I love him, I have taught myself to do what he needs to begin the day well.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

One Word Journal: January 3, 2011

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One Sentence Journal: January 3, 2011

Random conversations while standing beside the poetry books at any book store fill my heart and pen with word-delight.