Rescuing Turtles

On October 28, 2018 By Piano girlLeave a comment

Today I saw a sweet lady rescuing a misguided turtle on the side of the road. This poor turtle was at the corner of an extremely busy intersection, preparing to hop the curb and take his chances. We all know the likely outcome. Thankfully someone kind spotted him and decided to offer some guidance. Smiling while talking to him, she carefully picked him up and helped him head in a much safer direction.

I’ve always found turtles interesting. Carrying their house around with them at first glance seems proficient. No matter where they travel or what danger lurks, they have instant protection. Just ducking their head, feet and tail inside that hard shell provide safety. Considering the slow speed at which they move, it seems this feature would be a plus.

But what about the weight? Maybe it’s the weight of that shell that causes the slow tempo. They certainly seem to carry around a heavier load compared to other creatures their size. Please note, I’m not speaking scientifically. I have not actually researched the structure of turtles, simply making observations based on watching them.

This may seem an odd comparison but witnessing this woman’s act of kindness towards the turtle caused me to transfer the scene to people. We all come in contact with people who, for various reasons, are moving slowly through life. Maybe they’re temporarily carrying extra weight because of job stresses, life circumstances, varying differences. They may appear self-sufficient like they have it all together, but the reality under that shell is quite the opposite.

No matter the reason, that extra weight has the power to affect decision making. I have personally experienced that feeling of being at a busy intersection, trying to choose the right path, in desperate need of assistance. Others passing by so quickly it’s difficult to get their attention. Wondering if anyone will take the time to stop and say hello. And once they do stop, hoping they are willing to offer some help.

I have also experienced the opposite. Slowing down long enough to realize a friend needs help. Noticing they seem sad, not acting in their usual manner. Sometimes a rescue is simple-listening over coffee, sending a sweet note. Other times it may be more complicated, requiring time, energy, and possibly sacrifice.

Both experiences are an inevitable part of life. So next time you find yourself at one of life’s busy crossroads, slow down and look around. Maybe there is a weighted down, misguided turtle who needs your assistance. Stop and listen. You might just end up being their hero! And remember, the time may also come when you are the turtle in need of rescue. If so, don’t be discouraged. Keep putting one foot in front of the other, and don’t give up. Your hero could be waiting at the next intersection.

Sunsets~Reflections~Perspectives

On October 21, 2018 By Piano girlLeave a comment

So much is happening during a sunset. Colors mixing, clouds moving, the earth spinning. We see the amazing results, but not each individual change as it happens. Red and yellow turning to orange-Blue and red turning to pinkish purple-all while signaling the end of another day.

Each day the sunset is different. So many variables-types of clouds, wind direction, viewing location, etc. The two things that never change-it is beautiful, and it is fleeting. I always wish it would last longer, change more slowly. Instead it reminds me of how fast time is passing.

Recently watching a sunset from the nineteenth floor of a high rise, I could almost feel time moving forward. Those last few moments, right before the sun fades beneath the horizon, there was a split-second sense of how fast this Earth is spinning. And though the sky still glowed an orange hue, the sunset was over.

From this same location, I noticed the sunset’s reflection in an office building across the way. That brought a new perspective. As pretty as the reflection was, it couldn’t compare to the actual sunset. All of the intricate colors were not visible, nor did the reflection show all the changes that were happening. The picture it provided, though pretty, was not complete.

How does this compare to my own reflection? My only guide for checking my appearnce, yet I am so much more than that sometimes blurry image. And many things have the power to affect the way I view that person in the mirror. Lack of sleep, difficult day, feeling low-all impact how I see myself on any given day.

The next time I feel unsure when looking in the mirror, thinking the image is in some way lacking, I plan to remember that sunset. I must acknowledge that who I am is complicated, full of thoughts and ideas, changing all the time. And just like the sunset, I am so much more than my reflection.

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On October 15, 2018 By Piano girlLeave a comment

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Popsicle Sticks & Clouds

On October 10, 2018October 27, 2018 By Piano girlLeave a comment

Time for confession-I am struggling this week. Low days, fighting back tears, just the general blahs. It will pass, I’m sure. When this happens, thankfully I’ve learned to recognize it and say it out loud. If it lasts longer than a week, there’s a need to talk with a trusted friend or family member.

All that to say-I found myself searching for the positive on my drive home from school today. The sun was shining, the sky a beautiful blue with perfect, fluffy, floating clouds. Besides blue being my favorite color, I’ve always been fascinated with the sky and its inhabitants. Seeing one like this today most definitely helped my mood.

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Once my attitude began to change, I remembered kindergarten class from earlier today. We’ve been learning about rhythmic patterns while going on our adventures with Freddie the Frog. Today was review time and students were creating patterns on the Smart Board. Their ability to not only create a pattern but also read it out loud was a pleasant surprise.

Each of them was eager to give it a try-all twenty of them-at the same time. Suddenly I remembered the popsicle stick basket. First and second graders had used them the day before to create patterns on the carpet. I hadn’t planned on using them with kindergarten just yet.

Change of plans! I asked the kiddos to move to our circle and gave each a hand full of popsicle sticks-rhythmic patterns began to appear everywhere! Once we cleaned up, I asked students to brainstorm ways they could do this activity at home if they didn’t have popsicle sticks. Crayons! Pencils! Markers! Legos! And on and on and on…one mentioned writing down their patterns. Impressive!

Encouraged by the success of my kindergartners, I decided to attempt the activity I had asked them to try at home. Here are my results.

Goal for tomorrow-begin my day looking for the positive. Will I be successful? I don’t know. But hopefully I will remember that the simplest things can change my day for the better-even popsicle sticks and clouds.

Layers

On September 22, 2018September 23, 2018 By Piano girlLeave a comment

Clouds are fascinating. Since I was a little girl, they always captured my attention. Maybe it’s the sky in general. After all, blue is my favorite color, especially when in contrast with white, fluffy clouds. When I was younger, a variety of images would easily appear in the clouds. Now finding the pictures is more of a challenge to my imagination. Oh, I still look, but there is a certain amount of effort required.

These days I tend to notice the many different types and combinations of clouds. I love how they paint the sky in layers, with contrasting colors and motion, sometimes allowing small patches of blue to appear in the background. These paintings don’t last long, morphing with the blowing wind. Photos rarely capture their true beauty. Paintings may come close, but part of the beauty is in the movement, the gradual changes.

In many ways, life can be like those layers of clouds. Sometimes it’s the grey, swirly ones that get our attention. How will we face the coming storm? Those sheets of rain off in the distance? Then we see the still, almost motionless layers underneath providing calm. The storm is not erased, but the ability to get through becomes visible. If we continue watching, witnessing the continuous changes, that patch of blue or ray of sunlight will soon appear.

Hopefully we also experience those fluffy cloud days, light and ordinary. Nothing unexpected, time to rest in moments of shade. Or the wispy, almost laughing clouds, reminding us of a funny story or memory. That kind of memory that makes us smile. Those are the days that revive us, giving strength for when the storm clouds reappear. We know they will return, that is life.

Although I may never be able to capture the beauty of those clouds blanketing the sky, I will keep looking. Watching for those moments of light and color to break through. Reminded that life continues, moving with the swirls, through the storms, to the calm.

Layers upon layers upon layers…

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