The End is Nigh…

Or so I hope.

The weekend was not as productive as I had hoped. Sleep over took most of it. There was some editing and housework in between naps.

Bring my novella to a conclusion has proven far harder than I imagined and that is without the cold or the impending state testing.  My students have FCAT Writes on Tuesday. It is a nerve racking day for all involved.  All the work we have done all year will be judged in one hour. Scary isn’t it, given the number of factors involved that one day determines so much.

But, that is life. You work for months if not years on a project and then in a blink of an eye your work is judged by others who have no idea about the process or the struggle involved. All that matters is the end product.

When I finish Blood Child all that will matter is whether the story is a good one. The results of my work won’t be known for months after I am finished and Blood Child is published.  My students will get their results by May.  Good luck, kids. I know you will do your best. Just like your teacher.

Testing Day

Getting ready to head out the door earlier than usual for the great FCAT test.  My classroom has to be sanitized of anything which might help the students. Plus, there is paperwork, I need to complete for my  evaluation.  Oh, and then there is the mound of grading begging to be completed.

The life of a teacher and a writer are truly similar; there is always something you need to do and never enough time.

Please let it be so..and can I have a few more hours in the day.

A Poem A Day… National Poetry Month

Every year since I began teaching, I have done something to celebrate National Poetry Month.  This time around, I have a both a blog and a classroom.

While I would love to say that I have taken up the challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days, I just don’t feel like I can do it justice. Especially, since it is also the month of the dreaded FCAT.

What I will be doing is share more poetry this month than I have before as well as writing about different aspects of the poetry that I love.

One of my all time favorite poets is Emily Dickinson.  At first I loved her because she didn’t rhyme and her poetry dealt with death.  As time went by and I was gifted with a collection of her poems, I came to realize that her poems weren’t about death, but life and faith.  My current favorite is I Never Saw A Moor.

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

The simplicity of this poem is deceiving; in just eight lines she speaks volumes about faith.  Seeing isn’t always believing, sometimes the soul knows and has faith beyond what our vision tells us. She isn’t talking about religion just pure and beautiful faith.

In college when I was awaking to my own spiritual path, one of things that I enjoyed the most was talking to people of faith; seeing their faith through their eyes was a blessing. One I am still grateful for today. They helped me find my path and stick with it.

I hope you enjoy this month’s journey with me.

~ Love, blessings and Moos