Alone in a parking lot. Too early for the mass of humanity that, in a few hours, will fill the lot in a frenzy of holiday acquisitions.

Alone in a parking lot. Too early for the mass of humanity that, in a few hours, will fill the lot in a frenzy of holiday acquisitions.

After a couple of inches of snow last night we headed out for a pretty early run to The Home Depot. It seems that the sunrise after a snowy evening is much more brilliant than every other day.


Alone, waitng for the next train.

Many of my favorite photos are ones that I take when I am hiking. This photo, is just another example of another steep climb during a hike in Harriman State Park in New York. It ascends several hundred feet in just under a half of a mile. Once again, here is a nice reminder of an early morning summer hike on a snowy day here in New York.

This is a photo of the Appalachian Trail in Bear Mt., which is located just off of the Hudson River in New York. Since we are getting some snow today where I am in New York, I though a reminder of what we have ahead of us would be nice!

Symphonic Monkeys
Marching through the winter white
Fluffy death awaits

Hey, how you feelin’?
Are you still the same, don’t you realize the things we did
We did were all for real, not a dream
I just can’t believe they’ve all faded out
Of view…
-Jeff Lynne
I have always loved music. With the exception of rap and country (sorry rap and country fans!!) I can deal with any type of music. For me, it all depends on the mood I’m in. I have bands that I will listen to when I am happy, sad, pissed off, tired or just in a neutral frame of mind. With that said, although I have had this happen before, today I experienced an influx of memories from when I was in high school that was incredibly powerful while listening to Sirius XM radio’s Classic Rewind station.
Classic rewind is described as being a “classic rock radio station…which centers on the Mid 1970’s and 1980’s. The channel is often billed as classic rock from the cassette era, from where the channel’s title is derived.” This is the music that I grew up on, that I listened to during the turbulent, maddening and now fading years of high school. Music that helped me through the good times as well as the bad. Music that kept me occupied as I ran, hiked and explored the cosmos, trying my best to enter the realm of the psychonaut. Music that I still listen to today.
So this morning, as a light rain began falling and I passed from one town to another in a semi comatose state, ELO’s Telephone Line came on the radio. I know, it’s a pretty obscure song, but I have an incredibly vivid memory of standing on my front porch in the fall of ’79, waiting with a couple of friends for my sisters boyfriend to return from the deli with a few six packs of Budweiser. He did come back, but without the cherished Buds. Instead, he arrived with Heinekens!!! For me and my friends, we had won the lottery! It was a glorious night.
This memory has stayed with me over the years. Although I hadn’t thought of it in quite a long time, this morning, for whatever reason, it returned with a vengeance and bombarded my senses in a brilliance that I hadn’t seen before. The changing leaves, the smell of fall…and most of all, the smell of the Heine’s, was all too real. It brought me back to time when I had zero responsibility. As Lester Burnham says in American Beauty, “…I had my whole life ahead of me.”
The trip down memory lane, in this case, was an excellent one.
Anyone out there have a similar experience?
“Your purpose in life is to find your purpose and give your whole heart and soul to it.”
-Gautamma Buddha
I’ve been doing a great deal of reading lately on how having a purpose in life and how this contributes to our happiness, and in turn, to our longevity. Having a profession where you actually feel as though you are making a contribution to society as a whole is a clear example of having a purpose. This can be well defined through just about any profession. If you are committed to what you do and have a passion for it, this will ultimately contribute to your happiness.
As teachers we know what our purpose is, and since we have chosen teaching as a profession, gone through years of schooling and have made a conscious decision that instead of enjoying early financial gain as you might see in other professions, we would instead be rewarded with nurturing the intellectual growth of our students.
I think that it would be safe to say that we all enter education because we have the desire to impart our knowledge and love of our subject matter to the kids in the communities where we teach. To not only see the intellectual growth in the year that we may have them, but also as they make their way through our colleagues classes as well. The point is that they will see our passion and maybe, just maybe, they will take with them when they leave a life long love for learning.
On the island of Okinawa, Japan, they refer to this as “ikigai”, or a reason for getting up in the morning. This reason, or purpose is what keeps us centered.
But what happens when external, or for that matter, internal factors enter into the equation and stifle the sense of purpose that we have? What happens when a profession such as teaching becomes “just another job”? I don’t know many teachers who have chosen the profession for the paycheck, and the ever present myth of having all of the time off is well, still a myth.
Where am I going with this? Recent events have shown me that although we may have a very clear sense of purpose, from time to time our resolve is tested and when a situation may set up roadblocks that cloud our purpose, or to question it, then it is up to no one but ourselves to balance things out and keep moving on a forward and productive path. Most times it isn’t our love for teaching, or our passion for what we do that comes into question, instead it is those other factors that prove to contribute to our downfall and for us to lose our focus.
So what do we need to do to regain or maintain the balance? The external factors in our life are sometimes easier to correct than those that are internal. Often times internally we do not have any say in decisions that are made that “mess with our mojo.” But we still have to keep moving.
I have some thoughts. One thing that has proven to be incredibly helpful to me is to have other things that you are equally as passionate about and that you can share with others. If you are reading this, then you are well versed on my love for hiking and in turn, my blogging about it. You might also know about my love of building things, not so professionally, but a love none the less. These two things truly keep me grounded so I am not consumed with the daily drama associated with work.
Second, having a core group of colleagues that you can depend on is vital. Now I don’t necessarily mean people that we can just blindly bitch to one another about what we don’t like, but people who will listen and offer constructive advice and support as we meander through our daily work lives. Think about it-We sometimes spend more time interacting with our colleagues every day than we do our husbands, wives and significant others.
Teachers have a unique sense of community that in my humble opinion, can’t be matched by many other professions. We are not driven by money or other material factors, but instead the passing off to others a love of teaching and our specific subject areas. Think about the teachers that you loved the most. Why did you love them? What did they do in the classroom to convey their love for what they do?
Don’t get to a point where you don’t know why you get up in the morning.
“Remain calm, serene, always in command of yourself. You will then find out how easy it is to get along.”
-Paramahansa Yogananda
For me, this is one of the easier Weekly Photo Challenges. Hiking in itself provides me with a high degree of serenity that can not be matched by any other activity. This is one of my favorite moments caught recently at sunset. The possibilities, not only in this post but the previous two serenity posts, are endless. The paths provided by each, both figuratively and literally, open doors for every person if you let them.
