“What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.” I learned that poem by W.H.Davies in school and loved it. For some reason it has stayed with me, sitting in my mind, perhaps as a reminder for those days when I let myself feel overwhelmed. In a good way, though. So anyway, I was…
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself Decades ago, as a school teacher, my Mom found a way to manage her class. With a lot of class – I might add. While the staff complained about how hard it was to control the students and keep them quiet, she introduced a revolutionary idea. In the…