Had the opportunity to write about work I am privileged to do with youth and their families. If we want people to be and do their best we need to support them as they learn and grow.
https://www.a4yc.ca/blog/the-restore-circle
Peace
Laura
Had the opportunity to write about work I am privileged to do with youth and their families. If we want people to be and do their best we need to support them as they learn and grow.
https://www.a4yc.ca/blog/the-restore-circle
Peace
Laura
October is almost upon us. The leaves are donning shades of russet, gold, and warm spice. They crunch beneath my feet and dance in autumn breezes.
The arrival of fall brings opportunities for me to visit schools and take part in Read In Week. Honestly I am happy to visit schools anytime I am invited so feel free to ask. Read In Week is a celebration of books, stories, and poems,. Students are encouraged to discover new books, to read for pleasure and some might even want to share their own stories.
Over the weekend I was at a book fair in Sherwood Park. Throughout the afternoon various authors spoke about writing and some even read excerpts from their books. I was transported into their stories, the demands of the world and social media forgotten. I was simply present, a listener to histories, mysteries, adventures, challenges and dreams. It was a precious gift and reminded me how important it can be to turn off all the distractions and choose to be present to a moment, a person or an experience.
Go find your favourite kid and read with them or make a pot of tea and curl up with the book you just haven’t gotten around to starting. Be transported and read.
Peace
laura
A walk inspired few lines….
Grandmothers whispered our stories
before we remembered to dream
Las abuelas susurraron nuestras historias antes de recordar soñar
Feet trod for miles
on dusty roads strewn with
ancestors,
memories, dreams.
In the distance misty light
shrouds cactus covered mesas,
silhouettes, stories
enchant yet haunt.
For it is in the telling
We remember the lies
And know that we are the earth we trod.
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Pies pisados por millas
en caminos polvorientos sembrados de
ancestros,
recuerdos, sueños.
En la distancia, brumosa luz
cubre cactus cubiertos mesas
siluetas, historias
encantar aún atormentar.
Porque está en el relato.
recordamos las mentiras
Y saber que somos la tierra que pisamos.
a piece in progress……
SANK
She sank into until
Sea stained, claw foot spilled
Mermaid dreamer, charm wooed
Salty wind, flesh cooled
Five thousand nights stolen
With her consent; broken
Shame’s remnants, her penance
Uncertainly she danced
With wily knaves, fish tails
Balanced justice’s scale
Divers to forever
Tattooed heart remembered
Flawed pearl, sands of time
From reverie she climbed
Mythic hopes, deceits drained
Ebb and flow rearranged.
ls/2019
unassuming, yet in a certain light she was everything ……..
Out for a walk last week I discovered a place that brought a smile as I remembered….
Whimsy
Wandered upon whimsy
Moss, stones, tumbled chimney
Forgotten garden child
Flower strewn, laughter wild
Unabashed joy rises
Muddy footed, blue eyed
Wind beckoned, dreams chased
Memory’s breath, heart traced.
ls/ July 21 2019
A new poem and photo – results of puddle not navel gazing.
PUDDLE(D)
Unnoticed in the ordinary
Perspective is peculiarly
Nurtured amidst intentioned pauses
Asymmetry ‘s reimagined laws.