I’m waiting to lock the

classroom, turn off the lights

and go home.  My line of

students has all left but

one.  I said, “let’s go!”  Every

body’s already left.  She

gets up–2nd grader– grabs

a paper on her desk & starts

to run towards me.  I say,

push in your chair–it wasn’t

perfectly pushed in like the

others, but I let it go and

she hands me the paper.

It says, “Best teacher ever”

at the top with a drawing

of me underneath and

From & her name.

It’s little unexpected

things like this that

make my day a

little, or maybe even

a lot, brighter.  While

everyone was rushing,

pushing to get in line

to go home on a Friday

afternoon, she was at

her desk doing this.



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Peace Abounds

Walk in the footsteps

of your belief.

Know the world

doesn’t drastically

change all at once.

Step by step

things gradually

shift to a more



and your guard

is dropped

to let in all

the love

there still is

in the world.

It just needs

a docking point

to attach itself.

You think you’re

plum out of


but that is

not the truth.

You give and

receive and

there’s plenty to

go around.

Rest in the footsteps

that lead you to peace.



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6 and Waiting

While I wait for my

dinner to cook a

line or two (or more!)

cannot hurt.

6 year olds do not have

a mean bone in

their body from what

I can see–at least

towards me.

I am overly emphatic

at times and their

little hearts & brains

are stopped cold,

wondering what

forever could be

the matter?

I hate imposing


but how can we

get any where

with kids going

in every direction

at once, and I am

only one!

Can we get some

coherence here and

focus on one person

at a time?

I wait and some

times I can’t seem

to and a blast

comes out.

No one’s spirit at that

tender age needs to be

squashed with a bigger

person’s “strength”.

There must be a way

kids can get focused

–all at once–on something

they love.

I guess I do the best I

can and congratulate

myself for getting

through the day

as gently as I can.

I was 6 once.




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Chaos Reigns

Today was a day like no other.

I couldn’t have anticipated all

that went on around me.

My wits were tested.  I’ve fallen

before, where I didn’t this time.

I’m learning to control my

extreme reactions

under pressure, whereas

before I would have not had

such patience.

I  modulated my responses when

previously I would have ended up

losing it, and blasting some

little kid out of his seat for maybe

good reason, but still not worth a

blast.  I’m surprising myself

at confronting these difficult

situations.  It feels good!

I passed many tests–and I was the


Off the battlefield a little wiser

maybe, to try to be even more

effective the next time, and with

greater fulfillment.


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Life is Simple

Everyone is doing the best they can.  If they could do better, they would.

Some are mostly ‘faking it’, as their confidence is low on the possibility

of succeeding.  No one is much the wiser.  They slip in under the wire

unnoticed for their insecurities, and make their life work to all appearances.

If they confide in you, you may know more, as much as they’re willing to show

and reveal to you.  They take you in their confidence and may not really care

anyway, at some point, what is known about them publicly.

You needn’t fear–you’re all in the same boat.  Life deals us a hand and

we play it out to our best advantage.  There are no losers and winners in

life.  Just livers.  Trying to outdo or be no. 1 may be your path.  So be it.

Others are content to live a more simple, humble life with much more

meaning than all the glitter of being at the ‘top’ or in front of others.


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!! 100 Birthdays !!

My friend invited me to

his mom’s 100th birthday

party!!  Relatives-very

elderly relatives


thousands of miles

to be in his mom’s

backyard this afternoon.

I felt so honored to be

welcomed into their


I met the most interesting

people!  I was willing to

take risks, and, as always,

was rewarded.

I’m ready, as much as I’m

capable, and at a step at a

time, to rearrange my life

to reflect my new awareness,

it seems, that is dawning or

beginning to dawn on

me.  I want to be

braver, living my

life without later regrets.

Some way, I will

be able to change

my tack, heading

off in a new direction.

I’m glad I went.

Very rich experience.


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The universe, the all-that-is, is guiding my

footsteps.  It says wait, a good job will come

up.  Really?  I’m supposed to wait on you

for a life?  For a direction?  Alright.  Not much

I can do anyway at the end of the night before

bedtime.  You’ve got it, universe.  It’s in your

hands.  My faith is wavering–it’s like practicing

your best pitches left-handed when you’re

right-handed.  But my faith is underused if

even existent, as far as comforting me that

things will work out in my favor and I

need not worry!  Yeah, right.  But I let it go.

My fears, like a pack of yapping dogs

needn’t have been given any attention by me

today or any day.  Nothing comes up

disastrous as sometimes poor experiences in

the past, stick to you so tightly, you begin

to think you’re doomed to repeat your

‘bad luck’ in attracting them.  They’re

really there for your benefit.  You’re so glad you

had them when they’re through agonizing you.

But unlike the head banging on the wall feels

so good when you stop, these were ‘necessary’

or at least seemingly so.  Once you let loose of

the emotional charge connected with them, you’re

free to see & live from their beneficial side in

your life.  The universe brought them to you.  Never

in a million years would you willingly walk into

such a den of lions and say eat me, I’m fresh

meat, defenseless from inexperience in dealing

with lions so have at me.  Eat your or my

heart out.  But the universe knows when you need

such a lesson & will drop one in your lap, willingly.








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I Like Your Hair

I was having a horrible day.

Out of the “ether” a student

calls out:  “I like your hair.”

Profusely, I say THANK YOU!

The one bit of unasked for

love from a complete stranger

wets my whistle in a desert

of rugged experiences.

As I say THANK YOU he

walks toward me.  I say,

“I like your hair, too.”  He

had a luxurious crop any

one would have been envious


He wrapped his arms around

me on the basketball court

all sweaty and hot yet

that one bit of love

exchanged is what I

remember from my day.

How he knew to reach

out to me would mean

a lot, & is what I needed,

I don’t know.

But kids know, are

psychic in their awareness,

and can read your heart

like a book–those that

can read–their innocence

is refreshing, while it lasts.

Circle of tulip flowers.

Circle of tulip flowers.

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography


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Summer Walk

It was just me and the hawks

circling the thermals

screeching in joy I would assume

even in torrid temps 100+.

The heat was oppressive, liberating

to walk through it unscathed, and get

a ‘free’ detox all at once.

Toxins poured out of my cleansing

body.  I had enough air to continue

without too much interruption

and stops.

Nature adapts, as I was.  Feeling its

strength, mine rose to match it.

No one interrupted my train

of thought much, because they

weren’t there, huddled down in

their a/c’ed bungalows.

I don’t blame their sensibilities.

Sometimes, I wish I could

share it when it comes to

braving inclement weather.

(But not often).


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Walking Alone

I’ll walk even if I have to walk alone.

But I’m never alone.

I always see someone.

It’s nice to make eye contact

and exchange greetings.

Makes me feel less alone.

I am with ‘myself’.

No ear buds.

I listen within.

Sometimes I even talk to myself

out loud as if I had to get my

attention by ‘raising’ my

voice over the silence of a


Either way, I get to

empty more than I accumulate

it seems, by the silence of the

walk with ‘myself’.


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