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I look at myself
and I see my ancestors.
I know I am a reflection
of the lineage I know
and the lineage I do not.
I never met my birth parents
but I see them when I look at myself.
I see my
birth family
foster family, and my
adoptive family.
I them
in the way I look,
behave,
dream,
and live
I learn about them
each day by the way
they live through me,
guide me,
and inspire me
I am grateful to be the
embodiment
of their wisdom
their beings, and
the legacy they left
within me.
teaching and learning
are not about what happens
in the classroom.
Teaching and learning
happens in every moment of life.
Everyone I have ever met
no matter for how long
has been a teacher.
Whether I allowed them to teach me or no
was about me.
They were sent to teach me.
Being a teacher has nothing to do with
age,
relationship
or lack there of.
I have learned from
the homeless,
the prostitute.
the professor,
the child,
the repairman
the trash man,
the stranger on the street.
The world is my university,
whether I attend and am open to learn or not
is about me.
I am also my own teacher.
The thoughts and feelings
which run through my head,
and bubble up from inside me
are lessons I choose to learn or not;
be taught or not.
Even this poem
as simple as it is,
is teaching me about teaching and learning
How many times have I said
I am too busy
I am too tired
I have too much to do
I am in too much pain
I am whatever the excuse is.
The reality is that
I have to make the time
for what is important
I should never be too tired to pray
or too busy to read
or crochet
or the things which
bring me joy.
I should never be working
so much that I cannot
have time with my wife
There are always things to do
but time with family and God
and time for myself is important.
I deserve the time to write my poetry,
to read or listen to an audio book
to spend time with Zoe
to listen to the inspiration
and guidance and answers
that come from the Ultimate.
I will still get it all done,
but I am also going to
make the time
for that which I say are
priorities in my life.
Last night I was watching a video Zoe had found about gratitude and happiness. In the video, people wrote letters to someone they were grateful for in their lives. Then they were asked to call that person and read them the letter if they could. This morning I woke up thinking about my mom. I am so grateful for all she taught me during her time here on earth. One of the things she taught me about was how to be compassionate towards others. Mom, I hope that you can read these words as I put them out into the Universe, that place where we are of one (uni) verse. That place where we are one with each other. I love you. If you were here and I had to read this to you, I would probably go through about three boxes of tissues.
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