It is Tuesday and time to write a 'Slice of Life."
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It’s our last day of SOLSC – thirty-one days of writing in community. I feel as if I have been on one big adventure with new friends. A huge shout out to Stacey Shubitz and the amazing TWT Team for this wonderful month of sharing together!
As this challenge ends, I find myself seeking a metaphor for daily writing and connecting with you. I wonder if this poem of mine, written a couple years ago, might work? In this poem, I tell about a walk with my two-year-old granddaughter, and her insistence on getting out of the stroller and running after a feather –
The Feather feather, small and grey lying in our walking path once seen cannot be unseen get out! you demand so, the stroller’s belt I undo together we bend over looking closely only to have the wind lift it into the air sending it forward beckoning you and I in pursuit laughing following a feather
Thank you, SOLSC community for all the precious feathers – your precious stories – that drifted into my path this month. It has been so invigorating to write alongside you, to look closely, together. I am so glad I stopped to look and to savor your writing, and that you did the same for mine. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
See you on Tuesdays, at Two Writing Teachers, everyone!
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Feather, small and gray… simple words, yet a strong description that immediately brings an image to mind… and the whole poem is like that. I love the picture of you laughing together.
Thank you!
Maureen,
I’m glad you revisited this lovely poem. Yes, a feather is a perfect metaphor foe slices, and it reminds me of Emily Dickenson’s words: “Hope is the thing with feathers / that perches in the soul…” Isn’t that what a slice of life story does? It perches in the soul. It offers connection as it flits about from one screen to another and into our hearts. It offers hope, a belief we are not alone, that we have a community of friends and like-minded educators who love children. I’m grateful for your comments and encouragement on my posts each day, for our friendship in these writing spaces. I’ll see you April 1 for a new month of writing in community.
Yes, “a belief we are not alone.” Very special to write alongside you, these many days. Heartfelt appreciation for all your comments on my slices!
I visit post after post, savouring the gratitude and creativity people offer on this last day of challenge. Your poem is a beautiful gift to us.
Thank you so much! It’s been a really great month of writing and connecting. See you on Tuesdays!
Maureen, your post is lovely and so is your poem and story about your granddaughter and you chasing after the feather. Truly, a wonderful metaphor to show the power of writing and a community of readers. Thanks for sharing your artful writing and photographs throughout the month. I’ve truly enjoyed reading your posts!
Back at you, Barb! I really enjoyed connecting with you this month; I appreciate your daily caring and insightful comments. There really is such power in this writing community, sharing our words with one another. Thank you! Until tomorrow – with Ethical ELA!
Your poem is beautiful and so fitting for this experience. I am so fortunate to be a part of this community of writers, and I learn so much from every word I read.
Thank you, Heather! It is a beautiful community of writers. See you on Tuesdays!
Yes, Maureen, The Feather poem is a precious metaphor for what we did together–pursuing and laughing together in our writing lives here this month. And I get to look forward to next month doing the same with you too. Looking forward to it. Thanks, Maureen.
Thank you, Denise! Such a great month together. Until tomorrow!
Maureen, the feather brings such blessings on the wind. Every time I see a feather, I think of the beginning and ending of the movie Forrest Gump – – the feather falls from a church steeple in Savannah, Georgia – – and I always have the image of it twisting, turning, dancing on the wind. I see this image with your poem.
Kim, you will enjoy that I stepped into my yard and found a feather, just after posting this. Coincidence. Just beautiful. It’s been great to write with you this month! See you at Ethical ELA, and on Tuesdays here with TWT!
Such a lovely poem, I always want to pick up the stray feather too! Your poem captures the moment of sharing it with a little one.