Here is me when I was about seven or eight. Not much has changed. Still have to sit down and pet every cat I see. 🐈
Tidepools in the golden light.
A succulent wild woman. 🌵 ⭐️
It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in 12 parsecs.
Mountain sunset 🌅
Greetings from the Sierra Nevadas! I’m loving the wilderness and the chilly temperatures, and I’m managing the altitude pretty well. It’s worth it to see these mountains. (There’s still snow!!! ❄️) 🏔
I felt that terrible, restless, I want to crawl out of my skin feeling. It’s the warning stages of an anxiety attack, and I’ve learned a new skill. When I feel like that I have to get out and walk and do something fun, so I went to the pier and watched children fish. Then I decided to offer to take pictures of the tourists, which made them all happy. No one turned me down! Then I felt better! 🐟
Happy 4th of July! 🇺🇸 ⭐️ 🧨
This morning I got up and I said I am done with the ugly, muddy, shady side of my porch where nothing grows. It was filled with weeds and dead things. It was bad energy and it aggravated me so much, so I decided to fix it. Honestly, I want to fix the whole yard, but that’s too overwhelming and expensive and would take forever so I committed to just complete this one section. We worked all day long and it’s done! I have a new zen garden!!! I had found the Buddha statue in some trash ages ago and the blue rocks and tiles I had lying around the yard already. The jewels in the rock river were leftover from my art projects. So now everything has a clean, pretty new home and I have a beautiful view when I have tea in the porch.
Morning bunny with picket fence and roses
“You are made of almost nothing”
My heart leaps up when I behold/ a rainbow in the sky - Wordsworth
“I’ll tel you how the sun rose/ a ribbon at a time” - Emily Dickinson (Still planning that poetry unit for my Lit class 🔥)
The Blue Angels are practicing right now at my beach.
Yesterday planning my summer poetry unit it occurred to me that I cannot teach this without including Sarah Manguso’s work and then I found this again and carried it with me the rest of the day and now I cannot get it out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about this poem. She is so so good.
My childhood dream finally came true. I got to spend a day at the yacht club feeling fancy and drinking lemonade, and there was a giant rainbow unicorn floatie. 🌈 🦄
This is why I teach. My purpose, my greatest joy, is taking these students who are unsure and lacking confidence, and showing them that they can do it, that they have a voice too, and that they matter. I can’t imagine having any other job. 🍎
Copy and paste to read it or links in profile because my poems are too long to put in a comment. http://www.victoriafedden.com/widelawns/2019/4/14/sunday-a-poem-for-the-start-of-every-single-week

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