This is my final post in response to A Guy Called Bloke and if you follow the above link, you will receive double motivation. 😉✌🏼
Ok. So, I am sitting at Hash Imports, waiting for my Jag. The garage door bit off a chunk of the trunk (aka boot for Englanders) and the damaged plith is being put back on the car’s booty!!! Hurrah 😄! They tell me it should take an hour. (Long story how this happened which i am not going to explain.)
Regarding English and its many forms, and reasons why it is difficult to learn, even for English-born speakers, here is a handy How to Understand English Words. Since i will be moving to Boston soon, this The Wicked Good Guide to Boston English or Ten Words to Know in Boston will come in handy for other reasons. BTW I love me some chowdah. Which i made over the weekend with Lake Erie caught walleye. So yum 😋!
Since i will be walking, biking or taking public transport in Boston, what will happen to my Jag? Hurt feelings much? But that’s what the country side is for… motoring in my Jag to the ocean and mountain vistas!!! Cannot wait. 😝 ⛰ 🌊
because of this ❤️✌🏼🎶🎶🎶 J
A Guy called Bloke nominated me to share my motivations and I happily oblige, feeling motivated to share my inner thoughts. Why not? 😜💕✌🏼
Glad you bother to read my posts at all! What, with all your responsibilities, who am i to take up your time?
This is the path unfolding before me. A red carpet spread to the ends of the earth, piled high with rocks and sand and twigs and leaves. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and promise of new Days. While Nights wander aimlessly toward silence and i reside peacefully as billions of stars awaken.
Oh! This too! Or better yet, make some of your own art! Grab a brush, paint, and go! 🎨 ☔️🌵🌼🍄🍁🍂🐾 J🕊🎶🎶🎶
Introducing A Guy Called Bloke’s newest poem… and I kindly thank Rory, the guy or the bloke behind the words penned so swell, for nominating me to share some motivation for the next three days. Aka, the hum in my drum can become your purr with a considering stir.
I am happy to oblige Sir Rory. But i am not responsible for any side affects my words may have upon my readers. So my advice: Read responsibly.
i am motivated knowing other people get it. it being me. and me not showing fear but courage. today i exist deeply. i am the silence.
I nominate any blogger, who has time and courage, to participate.
I look with purpose toward the second half of my life. I am moving forward.
Charles Angrand, Mother and Child, French
I love kids. They possess everything that is stripped away by age. As I get older, I rather feel a spent bloom and then as sure as I smell coffee, I perk up. Those roasted beans are buried dreams, brown fertilizer. I find myself spurred on to make solid decisions regarding my mission.
Granted, I have been at this precipice before gazing at the world atop the metaphoric mountain peak (a cloud of whipped cream on my coffee). I have set multiple goals, become discouraged, encountered set-backs and even given up. It has been 6 years of college with a gap of 2 years working with preschoolers. That particular job showed me how much I like teaching, but discovered how much more I love counseling and social work. I enjoy forming relationships with the disadvantaged and particularly homeless youth.
I tutor with School on Wheels and the impact those children leave with me is beyond compare. When they smile, I swoon, and when they cry, I am right beside them. I am a part of their invisible community and feel familiar with their wanting to speak. As I speak for them I speak for me, albeit on different planes of experience.
Recently, awareness of the number of people in Indianapolis who cannot read, through IndyReads, brought a new endeavor. Eventually I want to incorporate all three of my loves into one. Homelessness, reading and writing, to reach the creative soul we each embody. We need a purpose in life.
To be continued…