Thank A Teacher

These photos are from a very special luncheon today with my friend, a teacher at Heritage Elementary School.  The occasion was a lunch for volunteers, a way for the staff to say thanks and share a meal with us.

I have been blessed to be able to assist Mrs. Dixon and Mr. Dorsey with some of their students… although this year I would have liked to help more than I did.  (Between being present at the birth of our grandson, and all the snow days and schedule conflicts, my hours of helping have been reduced compared to previous years.)

Actually, I think the luncheon needs to be given for the teachers themselves. Volunteering at the school has opened my eyes to the very hard work involved in educating our young people.  If you have any opportunity to help an educator, to offer your support and encouragement, or to volunteer to help the students, please do so.  

I took the opportunity to take a few photos of Gayle’s classroom because it always makes me feel happy to be there. She is a proud owner of Vera Bradley hand bags. As I look at the images from her room I can ‘see’ the vivid colors of one of those handbags throughout the room!  Can’t you? And there is something about that pink lamp on her desk that adds to the ambiance – I just love it!

Once upon a time (a long time ago….) I had a Fourth Grade Teacher, among all the others, who helped me learn, helped me see the world around me.  Where would any of us be if were not for a teacher, for many people who have guided and nurtured us? 

Maybe this makes you think of a school teacher, or a parent who helped with endless hours of homework, or  a coach, a mentor…so many people who step into our lives at that time when we are ready to learn.  Look them up and tell them thank you.

Hands of Friendship

Sometimes I witness some really beautiful moments, and sometimes I even have a camera poised and ready. Sunday was one of those times. 

A dear friend of my husband is retired now and we attended a celebration of this occasion. The surprise for Mark, I think, was about how many people he was able to see again after being away for many years. It was a homecoming for him, and a wonderful, uplifting experience.

This snapshot is of Mark greeting one of those friends. It’s also a story of how Mark is, how he loves people, how he touches so many lives.  

And in the background the blurred images are of children running through the crowd…which I think tells even more of the story here.  This was a reunion, a celebration of a man’s life, of his work, of his family, of the people that have connected – and stayed connected – because of him.

This beautiful moment… hands being clasped for a brief moment, telling a profound story of friendship.

Love These Little Moments

We gathered as friends, with no agenda but to create…
To share time together and just be who we are.
But how do we begin?, I asked.
And Marlene answered, saying
She just has to put something on that surface
to know what comes after.
So, that is what we did. Then the magic began.
Glue, old sewing patterns, wood….
old doilies, words, foil..
..beads, buttons, paint, trim.  
We put together what was supposed to be.
And just like that…. three hours were gone.
We celebrated with coffee and pastries,
lots of smiles and lots of hugs.
Perhaps only as women can know..
in our creating we united our souls.
And the messages in our art…
Told all our own stories, each one beautifully woven,
Intertwined, resting quietly in our hearts, at the end of a beautiful day.

To view all the photos from this wonderful day click here.

The Little Things

A photo of a door knob seems odd I suppose, until you understand just where this door is and what is behind it.  It has caught my eye because of the beauty, the design, the worn place where hands have turned it countless times over the years. Your hand feels the tension of the mechanism inside when you turn it, and the beautiful oak door with leaded glass windows opens to allow you into a beautiful home.

Christmas Day found the hubby and I sleeping in a bit, then going to the home of dear friends to spend the day. Many times over the past eight years we have shared times like this with Chuck and Jan. They treat us like family, welcoming us to share their home, hang out with their family, and just relax.  And we always come away refreshed.  

Their door is always open, welcoming all who enter. There is always food in abundance, delicious, lovingly prepared, guaranteed to fill you up; however, this is not the most important thing that draws us there. For above all else is the love and warmth of of the home they have created.

Hospitality is “the relationship between guest and host, or the act of being hospitable” according to Wikipedia. To me it is opening your home, opening your heart, sharing, loving, and providing a place of comfort for others, treating them as you would want to be treated.  How grateful I am this day for the hospitality others have shown us, for the wonderful example Chuck and Jan have given.