1+1+1=3
People need to stop dying. I don't think I realized the abstract absurdness of this statement until I just wrote it down and read it out loud. I meant it in terms of those I know and have known. But the obvious absurdity lies in that people can't stop dying- as long as more are being born. Its what makes our lives worth living, what give us purpose, what allows there to be room for more and more generations. Obvious truths that have not made sense or rung clear to me until I spoke those words. I had never experienced death (personal or otherwise) until this past 6 months. During which it has seemed to have become a reaccuring theme in my life.
Things happen in threes- time: past, present, future (before now, after); religion: Father (knowing), Son (experiencing), Holy Spirit (being); the fates: maiden, mother, crone; dimensions: 1st, 2nd, 3rd; self: mind, body, spirit;
and in death: friend, co-worker, and now teacher.
My librarian died last saturday.
One of the best teachers I've ever had. More tha a teacher- as I had her from kindergarden up through 5th grade. One whose influence on my life was to such a degree that it's impossible to say where I'd be today had she not been part of my life.
Mrs. Zabel. I spent many a recess in her library picking out books to read. Knowing my reading preference (choose your own adventures). She always had a new one tucked away just for me. I remember her finger rule of reading- count the number of words on the first page you don't understand, if it numbers more than your 5 fingers it's too difficult for you. Her giant Ramona Quimby doll. The pumpkin contests, which filled the library with a sweet smell for the first few days, turning to a slightly putrid rot over the long weekend.
Ms. Zabel
A book stands out on the shelf,
Its red binding sets it out against everything else,
All other books look dull in contrast,
You reach for it
Unaware of how it will change-
Everything.
A Choose Your Own Adventure
The choice is yours.
You start to read,
Will you go left or right-(Left page 6, right page 5)
Up or down-(turn to page 3 or 7)
To the forest or the town-(Page 4 or 11)
To rescue the princess, (quickly turn to page 9)
Or to slay the dragon, (Page 12)
Or perhaps to reach a dead end.
But then to skip back a few pages and start again.
It is but a book, many will say
But you know the secret,
And you are of few,
It is more than a book,
It is real life.
I know I speak for more than myself- upwards of the thousands of student's (and faculty's) lives she touched- when I say how much of an impact she had on me and how amazing a woman she was. How dedicated she was to life, to her students, and to her school. She will be missed.
Things happen in threes- time: past, present, future (before now, after); religion: Father (knowing), Son (experiencing), Holy Spirit (being); the fates: maiden, mother, crone; dimensions: 1st, 2nd, 3rd; self: mind, body, spirit;
and in death: friend, co-worker, and now teacher.
My librarian died last saturday.
One of the best teachers I've ever had. More tha a teacher- as I had her from kindergarden up through 5th grade. One whose influence on my life was to such a degree that it's impossible to say where I'd be today had she not been part of my life.
Mrs. Zabel. I spent many a recess in her library picking out books to read. Knowing my reading preference (choose your own adventures). She always had a new one tucked away just for me. I remember her finger rule of reading- count the number of words on the first page you don't understand, if it numbers more than your 5 fingers it's too difficult for you. Her giant Ramona Quimby doll. The pumpkin contests, which filled the library with a sweet smell for the first few days, turning to a slightly putrid rot over the long weekend.
Ms. Zabel
A book stands out on the shelf,
Its red binding sets it out against everything else,
All other books look dull in contrast,
You reach for it
Unaware of how it will change-
Everything.
A Choose Your Own Adventure
The choice is yours.
You start to read,
Will you go left or right-(Left page 6, right page 5)
Up or down-(turn to page 3 or 7)
To the forest or the town-(Page 4 or 11)
To rescue the princess, (quickly turn to page 9)
Or to slay the dragon, (Page 12)
Or perhaps to reach a dead end.
But then to skip back a few pages and start again.
It is but a book, many will say
But you know the secret,
And you are of few,
It is more than a book,
It is real life.
I know I speak for more than myself- upwards of the thousands of student's (and faculty's) lives she touched- when I say how much of an impact she had on me and how amazing a woman she was. How dedicated she was to life, to her students, and to her school. She will be missed.