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Twirly Whirl

Call me hippy-dippy but I've been thinking a lot about "thinking" lately, and also about awareness.  I have been playing the Freedom Game, which is basically a list of steps to raise thought-awareness. I've plastered the rules of the game, and colorful pages saying, "Freedom Game" with smileys all over the walls of the apartment. When Mr. F. Jooney got home from work on Tuesday, he thought perhaps I had joined a cult. I think it's really a cult one because no one else is interested in my little game. I find it liberating, however. Just the thought, "It's OK, these are only thoughts," can be comforting to me when I feel the hook of "shenpa" as it is called in Buddhism.

Today I felt the hook in the morning, and I realized it was because I took a hit to my ego. Once I acknowledged that, I could move on. "Oh just my ego? That raggedy old thing?" The other times I felt the hook were when I was very hungry. During those times…
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The Fall of Lisa Bellow by Susan Perabo
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is a haunting story of a girl who witnesses a robbery and abduction in broad daylight in the Deli Barn where she was trying to get a root beer. The unfortunate one, Lisa Bellow, is led to her kidnapper's car, and our girl Meredith is left in shock. While Meredith Oliver, an eighth grader with her fair share of middle school woes, is home safe with her loving family, she doesn't feel much like the 'survivor' in this ordeal.

Susan Perabo does a fabulous job spinning of web of ordinary family tensions, teenage angst, enduring love, with the occasional strand of 'strange.' The farther you travel along this web, the less certain you become of what is real and what is imagined.

I thoroughly enjoyed this journey from normal to 'somewhere else,' as much as I enjoyed the down-to -earth style of writing about a typical family and their everyday struggles. Reading this debut novel, I found mysel…
time to get my bookworm on! I am often leaving reviews on good reads but I am starting to post here again too! And of course don't forget good reads where you can find me as Kitchycait. Happy reading!

Clouds in my Skies

Today was the first day of my morning routine. I woke up at 5:30, but then instead of stretching in bed, I pet my cat, which felt right. I lit some candles and let my mind grow still. I drank my tea and read my book. I got dressed and packed without having to rush. Arriving at school when it first opened was actually a peaceful experience. It made me look at the imposing brick rectangle and long hallways a little differently. Ascending the stairs felt more purposeful, even.

I felt disappointment early in the day and I carried this with me all day. I've only just realized it. Originally I was disappointed with a couple of my students, but now I see that I am really disappointed in myself. They didn't act the way I would have wanted them to, and so I feel that I goofed. Maybe I did. With the number of mistakes I make daily, I know this as a certainty. I did goof. But if a student goofs, I always try to gently correct them and I let them move on. I would never hold …

Steamed Buns

Today was the first day back in school after March break. In a lot of ways, it felt like I was just there yesterday. But the evil side of daylight savings time made it feel like I was soooo far out of the routine.
Now here's the problem/challenge. I want to start getting up earlier and having a beautiful morning routine. This has been goal number 13 on my http://www.43things.com/ for a long time. I spent the first half of the school year getting up at 6 am everyday the moment my alarm went off. In fact, I still wake up at 5:59 almost every day in anticipation of my alarm. But lately, I've found more reasons to stay in bed than to get up. And it's the sad kind of stay in bed, unfortunately. Yes, I occasionally wake up on a saturday morning and it just feels so good to stay in bed a little longer, and why the hell not? But on a MTWTF, its really because I don't feel ready to face my day.
I'm trying to not always have expectations for everything in life, beca…

Something Everyday

Inspiration is a funny thing. For me, it starts in my chest and climbs up my throat. It's similar to a caffeine buzz. Sometimes it gives me the sensation that I need to jump. Inspiration and I have a funny relationship because when I really need it, I don't feel like looking for it, and it's nowhere to be found anyway. Inspiration just creeps up on me and makes a sneak attack. Usually, it brings along with it a feeling of happiness and well-being. I don't feel like I need inspiration right now. I'm very happy with where I am. I've had a lovely rest period, I feel refreshed and surrounded by friends and family, though they are spread out around the world. But here I am feeling inspired. And I'm thankful for that. But it's making me move.
Possible Reasons I'm feeling inspired:
About a year ago, I read a book by a woman called 29 Gifts, by Cami Walker . It was inspiring at the time that I read it, but for some reason it's coming back to…

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