Signs of Spring

As I live in Arizona the joy of Spring is tempered by the onset of Summer. However the pre-Spring season is so beautiful here and I am sure in many places. The butterflies, the birds, the bees, soft sun and gentle breeze. Also I have a break from school -yippee!

I finished the quarter with a poetry project, trying to get teenagers to write poetry was literally like pulling teeth. However, I got a handful of good ones. I won’t be sharing any of them here but I will express my reaction to them. After the molar extraction three of my boys wrote love poems, needless to say I was impressed. A couple of decent love poems from the girls. They also wrote odes, some humorous and some sweet. This project ended just prior to the Parent Teacher Conference, where a couple of brothers were redeemed by the sweet poems they had written about their mother, she cried when the translator read them to her. My student looked at me like, thank you. Always good to write a poem about how much you love your mother before Parent Teacher Conference.

Six of my students will get to attend the literacy event at ASU as a result of their efforts and over Spring Break and I am creating a fabulous Spring Poetry Bulletin board display in the hall outside my classroom.

I also have to clean the garage, fun! (not fun) Enjoying the weather. Happy almost Spring everyone. Only three days left of Mercury Retrograde.

Painting: Monet

This was my 777th post

Dualistic Magic

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Dustin O’Halloran

I love the magic of a moonlit night, especially this one with storm clouds in the sky, and the wind blowing slightly in a breeze playing my wind chimes to perfection. I stage this night in advance and then just wait for it to happen. Sure enough it does and I am never disappointed. A backyard that when I first laid eyes on, I thought was hideous, is now an enchanted garden full of fairies and magic. This is not fiction it is my mind and imaging yet believing.  Sometimes, like tonight I weep. I weep in joy and bliss of the wonders I see and feel. I don’t think that you can put bliss into words? You can try to. I have experienced at least three occasions of prolonged bliss just sitting in my garden, and sometimes in the day as well. I love my bird friends especially a couple of woodpeckers. I love to observe how they call and stay in contact with each other from trees houses away. I watch the hummingbirds chase each other away, so territorial, and adversarial those guys are. I am enchanted by the butterflies, the trees, but my garden by moonlight changes, and it becomes mystical and enchanting. My garden is my communion with nature, with the elementals, the devas, the sprites, and gnomes. Oh my!

I can hear the whisper of my mind in the gentle darkness of the night. It feels like my soul snuggled in a cosmic womb, comfortable and cool, safe, and at peace. Ananda, ananda, ananda…..

I did weep in bliss and I have before. I feel very blessed.

Sindy Simms

P.S. I accidently reblogged here earlier. I meant it to go to Sindy’s Saturday Satsang, so I cannot reblog it again. I wanted to thank Deep Souldiving, for the introduction to Dustin O’Halloran. See it here.

Also thanks to sweet Aquileana for the award.

Namaste

Sindy