Feeling risky, I decided to get my Grade 8 writing class to write spoken word poetry, except I barely knew how to describe spoken word poetry. I played various samples for them and recited one of my own. I asked a couple friends who… Continue Reading “Spoken Word (Psst! You Can Listen or Read)”
Child’s play: recognizing the King.
Weekday morning, sitting in my row, Sun warming wood to a burnished glow, Soft and silent this sanctuary here, Waiting, expecting Sunday. Weekday, morning, I must sit still, Listening to the Father, if I’d do His will, Stopping to be silent and sanctuary here,… Continue Reading “Expecting Sunday”
A little prayer of gratitude for the morning
They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name “teacher” for the name “student” that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the… Continue Reading “Framed”