Dear Sister Robertson,
I hope this finds you well. I was missing you tonight and I’m kinda grumpy. I was at school most of the day playing catch up….trying to salvage a shred of professionalism and preparing for PT Conferences which will be Wednesday and Thursday. Yes. I had/and still have so much to do because I leave every school day with much undone.
It seems Life is just one long span of unfinished. Do what you may, then leave. Recover. Next day, do it again and make someone grin in the process. You would be sooo proud of me. I made a list on the whiteboard and actually accomplished some tasks.
As I drove, taking in the morning skies, I heard a Bob Marley song on the Coffee House that really struck a chord. I dropped in to say “Hi” to Molly and the girls, and then I drove the Jordanelle back through Brown’s Canyon and around Rockport. Not so many icefishers this weekend with warmer days and thaw. The sky was sooo beautiful! Some clouds looked like super soft cozy comforters. Others looked like strings of popcorn in a patch of blue. Very nice.
So in the song, Marley sings “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.” This is taken by Marley from a Marcus Garvey quote. I just love the way these words sound. Empowering. I think God wants us to have the power to free ourselves from ourselves. Through His Grace. Through our Faith….as we change our thinking and routines. We do have the power, if we think we do, and we think we can and are willing to do it. Mostly we don’t though. We are weak and doubtful.
I am too often a slave to my own thoughts and emotions. I don’t want this to be so. I am convinced most people suffer some form of mental slavery which brings about other consequences and other forms of slavery. Human(not so)kind to ourselves and others, treat mental slavery in any number of ways: sometimes imposing religion, or running from it to worldliness; by making money or spending it, by securing professional therapy and medication, by retreating to Nature, by every form of distraction and addiction, (including food and social media), as a means to numb the pain of ……so many things.
Kindness is a great prevention and remedy to mental slavery for both the giver and the receiver. What if we could just get out of our own heads and into our hearts… and look for opportunities to help others with no thought for ourselves or for anything in return. I think it’s called Love.
So, Thursday night there was a BIG house fire across the valley and the Ballards home burned down. There is an ongoing investigation. Fowl play may be suspected. Dunno. Dad responded with the fire department. It was a total loss.
I had been at the library in Park City looking for biographies for kids rather
than going to SLC to kickboxing, so I missed all the action. As I exited I-80, I could see a huge smoke column but chose to go home to be with Delanie, and to feel safe, instead of snooping around by going to a noisy, chaotic fire scene. There was a time I would have chosen the adrenaline and the fire scene. Change, change, change.
Thursday the power went off at school for three hours. It was so crazy, but kinda fun…like camping. I read to the kids with a flashlight. A steady trickle of kids took turns going to the dark, dark bank of bathrooms, AKA spook alley. It is so fun to scream and laugh in there. Instead, most of us practiced beign still and quiet in an impromptu “lock down” drill. At the end of the day, we traveled to the ART room, which is an amazing space full of natural light. Here we did math homework. I love the Art Room. I feel happy there.
Friday we returned to that room for Art class where we learned Zen Tangling. This is a form of doodling. SO fun. Then we played Hot Wheels. Over the Christmas break I bought about one hundred feet of HW track, nearly enough cars for every kid, a launcher and a loop-d-loop. It was SO fun building and racing! It really took me back to the days my brother and I played cars for hours.
After school, I dropped in on the YouTheater group and participated with them in improv games, including “Waiting at the bus stop.” First I was a kind of hoodlum tagger “Jack” from a fractured version of Jack And the Beans Talk. I met Ruppunzle. The second time I was the BIG BILLY GOAT GRUFF and encountered the Frog (prince). You would have loved it! The kids were sooo funny.
I am glad for many things. I’m am also so tired…..and I’m still trying to finalize lesson plans for tomorrow. Some days these plans may change during the morning drive in. I love this think time. Sometimes the decision depends on what I am feeling most important for students in the moment.
Tomorrow night is Cafe Rio Teacher Night. I’m not sure what this means exactly. I wish it were a different week. I loved it when we did McTeacher Night and I was able to make crooked ice cream cones. Tomorrow, the dinner will be at the Elementary. I will go to the dinner and skip kickboxing. I am still pretty stiff and sore from Friday and Saturday’s classes. My feet hurt a lot anyway.
Wish I was awake and rested enought to write all night. Alas, I am not.
Have a great week!!!!
Love, Mom 🙂
PS- How’s the work?
(My girl is an inspiration and teaches me so much.)
The work is great! I think I told about how the Standards for our mission changed in my last group email. Well, has it made such a difference! There are so many miracles that have happened this week because of it! I hope things work out with PTC. I just want you to know that as long as you are helping the children to love learning, and helping them to know they have value, then you are accomplishing your job. And if you feel like you aren’t, just remember that everyone has agency. That is something I have to remind myself every time they decline our invitations to learn more about the gospel. It can sometimes be depressing, but I try not to dwell on the sad things. I will have more stories in my group email:) I love you! have a nice week!