Early Morning

The kids, having slept in their clothes and already packed their bags, stood ready in the kitchen, just like they’d practiced a dozen times before. Mom, with a small bag of her own, put a finger to her lips, a silent shushing. They were up before the sun, when they stepped outside, the frosty morning nipped at their noses and cheeks. Together, holding hands, they walked halfway down the block to where the car had been parked the day before. As they climbed into the car with their heavy winter coats and their pre-packed luggage, it took a moment to get settled. The mom began to worry that they were taking too long, that her resolve might waver. A light caught her eye in the rearview mirror. The porch light had flicked on, and the front door was opening. She fumbled for the keys and started the car. A figure stepped out onto the porch and out into the middle of the street. She thought she saw a knife reflecting the light as she stomped on the gas and the car lurched down the street.

Meeting Instructions

Today’s goal is to actualize our synergistic energies aligned with the new department vision statement. To do this, you’ll be working in groups, so if you are currently in a group by yourself, you’ll need to sit somewhere else. Keep in mind the meeting norms of positivity, responsibilification, commutable communication, and self-actuality acceptance.

There are no right or wrong answers for this activity, and don’t forget to use the post-it™ notes to place “confusion opportunity noticings” on the parking lot poster paper at the back of the room. If you need more green, blue, and yellow micro-badge infused voting dots, just ask. Awesomeness to all, and prepare to read-out your group findings during our energy close circle activity in about 45 minutes.

Pot Luck

It always ended the same in spite of promising himself he’d only take small portions of a few of the hot dishes. He started with a little lettuce from M. Lucy’s garden, a hydroponic setup in her basement so she had fresh veggies all year round. Besides, it took up some of the space on the plate so he couldn’t over fill it. Next up came the casseroles. Surely he could skip anything that looked slimy with mushrooms, so skip the green bean and cream of something. Also skip that open container from the local fast food restaurant; he could eat that any time. So, a bit from M. Thompson’s mac-n-cheese, a scoop from M. Mendez’s shepherd’s pie. And what’s this? Oh, wonderful! M. Carpenter made that delicious thing with bacon and who cares what else. That goes on the plate, which is now almost full. How did that happen? Bread rolls, skip those, but a croissant might be nice to sop up the plate with. The deserts, now that would be a challenge. Of course, with a full plate, maybe he could do without. But who in their right might would skip M. Fischer’s lemon bars? Where to put it? Oh, how about on top of the croissant? Perfect. And a brownie would do nicely on top of the lettuce. And a couple snickerdoodles would fit nicely on the brownie. He took his carefully balanced plate over to one of the cafeteria-style long bench tables. There before him sat a veritable mountain of protein, carbohydrates, fats, and sugars. He was going to regret this in the morning.

Shadows of Stone

Place your hand, there, over my heart and feel the life beating inside, fall into the hollowness that echoes throughout our yesterdays, the same hand that bore a golden promise sealed by all assembled, the soft palm to cradle our firstborn at your breast. Can you reach into my chest and find warmth there, a rushing tide of saline and iron? Rest a while, before you go, and breathe with me, tell me a lie about loving me, and leave me, spent and holding on to shadows of stone.

And In The End

When the mountains have all shaken into dust
the words we’ve spoken have lost all their meaning
the steps allotted have all been taken
and the birds have abandoned their nest
still will I hold thee in my heart

When the night falls, never to get up again
the tides have turned back to the sea
the songs have all been sung and forgotten
and paths have all been made straight
still will I hold thee in my heart