Communicating, Living from the Heart, New Paradigm in Practice, Poetry, The New Story

Perhaps You Need a Little Feminist Poetry

Women, liberals, reasonable people. Our collective heart is broken. When we look at the world, the nation and our society as a whole, it is obviously broken. What can be done? How can we take action at the personal, family and neighborhood levels in order to cultivate awareness, compassion, understanding, and ultimately, peace? I don’t know. Maybe… Continue reading Perhaps You Need a Little Feminist Poetry

Writings

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find Out What it Means to You

How can we ensure children stay safe while giving them sufficient space to grow? As educators and parents, it is our responsibility to try to keep children out of harm’s way. Incessantly constructing boundaries by telling them what to do, what not to do, when and how to do it and even providing them with… Continue reading R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find Out What it Means to You

Writings

How to Practice Poetry Writing with Children

Writing poetry with children is delightful for all involved in the process. Step one: read poetry to children. Lots. Step two: give them the guidelines. Poetry does not have to rhyme. Poetry may rhyme. Sometimes. A few of my favorite types of poems to teach to children and teens include: haiku, limrick, cinquain, color poems,… Continue reading How to Practice Poetry Writing with Children

Michelle's Memoir, Traveling

Encountering Orchids & Poetry Where You Least Expect Them

{Check out the expanded, prose version of this post on Rebelle Society. Here's the poem that came first: } We were invited to Jose Raul's garden On the edge of a small town in the south of Colombia (He is a smiling security guard at my sister-in-law's place) We walked in to his family's humble… Continue reading Encountering Orchids & Poetry Where You Least Expect Them

Mindfulness, Poetry

Ode to the Present

by Pablo Neruda This present moment, smooth as a wooden slab, this immaculate hour, this day pure as a new cup from the past-- no spider web exists-- with our fingers, we caress the present; we cut it according to our magnitude we guide the unfolding of its blossoms. It is living, alive-- it contains… Continue reading Ode to the Present