When it occurred to me to sing a tribute to Mom for her homecoming, it had to be this song. Little did I know (digging through the video archives of my mother's life) how appropriate it would be. And how healing it would be for me and (hopefully) my family.
I've never really been one for accessories, so having this scapular was odd at first. I always felt it rubbing against my neck. But then as with anything that you have with you at all times, I became accustomed to it. I'd even scent it with lavender oil so in times of anxiety, I could simply smell it to sort of destress. In its way, it became a comfort - a constant reminder of my connection with Mom. Again, she gave it with her whole heart and I accepted it similarly.
In honor of #ArtsEducationWeek, I'm taking a look back at some of the teachers who have impacted my life and at some of the students I've had the honor of teaching. It's actually really serendipitous that the man I chose to remember in this post today is also celebrating his birthday. Phil Randall. One of …
Like the rest of the world, I yearned to return to some semblance of "normal". Don't get me wrong I still do, but the longer we go into this pandemic I realize that the "normal" we see on the other side is going to be a far cry from the "normal" we knew before this hit us. And I'm making peace with that... (click post to read more)