Reflecting on teaching by thinking of my most recent tai chi class.
Tag: creativity
Poetic License
So the challenges do far… Well, due to life circumstances, I scrapped the screenwriting challenge. I gotta do it one year though. I just have more poetry than narrative story in my head right now. But the poetry challenge?! If you have been reading, I’m sure you can see the result. The prompts are a…
#11
thank you my little leaf friend who chose me as your messenger of the beauty and hope and wonderful surprises
#2
plastic granite table filled with phat beats ridge around the edge cut up yourself up when you bump and try to fill this feast of plenty feast of a thousand songs playing in plentiful unison heartbreaking to soulful whisperers in the dark in the darkness you look better you can see you how a book…
my adventure
begins with a long road i picture myself lifted up floating i know i can do this now! and my vision pierces through light and dark like an arrow that doesn’t land there is no end
spring time
waiting for the lady in the mountains whose footsteps reveal the greenery vibrancy underneath and from the earth whose voice echoes against rock and through canyons who calls across distances to awaken who stirs the blood with eyes like fire who welcomes weary travelers with springs of water who points the way and shows how…
directed
when the waves were crashing endlessly when thunderous the animal inside staring back from between grasses when the voice amplified too loud to ignore they chuckled nervously shifting eye contact between them looking for places to point their fingers they were confronted with a mirror so clear so visible the violations and yet one scoffed…
note book
there is a worn notebook collection of songs blueprints frayed at the edges from hours, days, years spent underneath the machine tinkering with word placement the edges frayed the paper sometimes coffee stained the ink runs where liquid hit the page these songs, while just created, are ancient timeless yes, this notebook is a series…
making magic
standing underneath a streetlight dim artificial glow rain falls around like glitter and when the light hits right you are floating within stardust darkness like a warm blanket hugs the sidewalk barely seen tree outlines lean in close and whisper good ideas to enact later i write them down i go (to myself) oh that…
living in reality
there is nothing fake about the sun meeting the earth it happens every day sometimes you are fortunate enough to see the synchronicity of wisps of clouds weather bringing blue skies cloudy skies sometimes you are fortunate enough to see the moment when colors where light collides and blends into itself pink clouds bright orange…
The Dynamics of Groove 