C – Oh It’s Crying Time Again…

Oh, It’s Crying Time Again…

I had to leave my classroom for a short meeting. A substitute was hired to cover my class for the few hours I was away. Unfortunately, this was the same day that our class pet, guinea pig, died. Since I was with the class in the morning we arranged to bury the pet in the woods next to my classroom and held a funeral. Some of the kids in my class were very sad and cried as we all left notes talking about our memories of the guinea pig in the hole that we buried him in and filled it up. One of our students’ parents even went so far as to create a marker for the grave.

That being done the students went back to class and I went to my meeting. When I returned to class some time later, there were still some students upset and a little teary-eyed. What I also discovered was that the substitute teacher added to the upsetness by telling the students to “Get over it! It’s just an animal.”

This got me thinking about a conversation that Otto and Herman once had about crying.

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Otto’s next door neighbor had just passed away.  “You won’t catch me shedding any tears for him. He did it to himself and deserved what he got! Besides, I’m a man, and men don’t cry, only wimps and babies do.” You could hear the self-imposed superiority in his voice. “Crying is a waste of time. There is no point to it. There are other ways to clean out your eyes. If you need to get emotional then you should hit or break something. Now that … releases any sadness you might have.”

Herman was appalled when he heard that. “You have no empathy or compassion! Crying can be scientifically defined as the shedding of your tears in response to an emotional state (author’s note: according to the Science of Tears)  It is a natural response to emotions. When someone dies who is close to you, you’re sad and crying is a normal response, whether you are a man, woman or child. Even pets show emotions when sad. Crying is a way to release emotional stress without the need for violence.”

Otto didn’t seem to care. “What about when you watch a movie and you get all emotional and cry? That makes no sense. You’re crying over something that isn’t even real. They’re actors!”

“Emotions don’t have to only show themselves for real events. Being a person of compassion and empathy means understanding human nature and this means you can be affected by storylines that touch your heart, whether it be a film, a book, or even watching someone else’s sad reaction to an event.”

“That’s not the way I was brought up!” Otto said, “Men don’t cry. It’s dangerous to show your emotions in public. People will think less of you.”

Herman replied, “Then be prepared to have a lot of issues as you grow older. Withholding your true emotions is bad for your health. Crying is a normal outlet for sadness.”

“Can you cry too much?” That’s probably not healthy either,” Otto asked.

“That might mean there is something else that you are not dealing with and should seek help,” was Herman’s response.  “But whether you are a man, a woman, a boy, a girl or even an animal, it’s okay to be sad and it’s perfectly acceptable to cry.”

Was that a tear forming in Otto’s eye? You could see by his expression that he was taking all this in and considering it, possibly questioning what he had been taught. But knowing Otto he wasn’t going to admit it.

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I was somewhat upset at the substitute teacher’s reaction to my student. There’s no time limit on sadness when a child is dealing with death. You need to support them.

And I certainly get teary-eyed when watching sad events unfold. I still can’t understand why I continue to well up on this one Doctor Who episode, that I’ve seen numerous times, when it at the end the main character is trying to explain to her children that their father has died in a WWII plane crash, only to find out that she has saved him. But that’s a different story.

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B – Bug-eyed

Bug-eyed!

“I can’t believe there are so many bugs in this world. They’re disgusting!” Otto screamed out to no one in particular. “If I had my way, I would crush them all. They serve no purpose other than to spread diseases and annoy the heck out of you. And that is not to mention the number of spiders we eat in our sleep, 4-8 a year, check it out on the web!”                                                                       

Herman was passing by and try as he might to ignore the rants of the outspoken Otto, he couldn’t keep silent.

“I believe if you check out the internet, you will find numerous sources that debunk the swallowing spiders in our sleep myth (author’s note: try this one: https://bit.ly/2jBut6h). Bugs are living things and deserve a right to live as all creatures do. Look at the good things we get from insects such as bees. Where would you get the honey you so enjoy to eat? As for spiders, without them your house might be infested with roaches, earwigs, mosquitoes, flies and clothes moths, to mention a few. That’s a pretty inexpensive, non-pesticide, pest control. Do you like silk? How about gardens? Not only do some bugs pollinate flowers, some also feed off of other insects that destroy flowers and vegetable plants you eat. Take the ladybug and aphids.”

Otto just frowned. “So you want all bugs to go free and do whatever damage they can? Ever hear of locusts? And what about mosquitoes and malaria? And ticks…don’t get me started on their diseases.”

Herman thought on that. “Okay, I’ll grant you that some bugs are not necessarily beneficial to humans. But are they totally dangerous to all living things? Even in their death, some provide nutrients to the soil as they decompose. Some even help decompose other dead animals which then enrich the earth where we grow things in order to survive.

“Then we need to find alternatives to replace what they do or change their DNA structure; or have them do whatever they do somewhere else; just not around me!” Otto proclaimed with a sense of finality.

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I’m always amazed at the disparate views that are expressed when those two happen to get into a debate. I was sitting nearby when this conversation took place. I agree with Herman in that some bugs are useful and help us survive. Some are just beautiful to look at. But I’m also bothered by those that don’t do me any favors, like mosquitoes and those pesky houseflies. As long as we can come to an agreement that if they don’t bother me, I won’t bother them, there’ll be no trouble. However bite me, sting me or just fly around me to annoy me…well… that’s a death wish on their part. They’ve been forewarned.

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A – Adulthood

Adulthood

I can’t decide whether I was dreaming or not. There I was sitting in a park minding my own business when two people came up to me and started debating the benefits and pitfalls of being an adult. I’m not sure why I got to be their audience for this but it stopped me from doing what I was planning to do in the park. Because of their debate, I can’t even remember why I was sitting in the park. I hate when that happens. They introduced themselves to me as Otto and Herman, and clearly, they were not on the same side of the debating team.

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Otto began his tirade.

“Why would one ever want to be an adult? You don’t get a chance to breathe. You’re working all of the time. Constantly listening to others tell how you should live your life; do your work; spend your free time; raise your kids… It’s ridiculous. Give me my childhood where I had time to play and not worry about my future. Where there was always someone else looking out for me, not letting me get in trouble, and I was not responsible for anyone but myself. Now that is where we all should be.”

 

Herman interrupted, “Who says you are responsible for anyone else but yourself, as an adult? You choose who you want to play with; you are the one that makes decisions about life, family and determines the direction you go in. Sure others may give you advice, but it is your choice whether to follow or not. Childhood, may have its perks of more play time but a lot of those decisions made by people looking out for you, may not be the choices you would like to take, yet you must.”

“What about the responsibility to survive?”, answered Otto.  You need to make money, have a job, pay for all your food, clothing, the mortgage on your house. If you’re lucky you can earn enough to take a vacation. And what about old age? You need to save for that or else you’re out of luck. Way too much pressure! Too much stress. Things are just not fun anymore.”

“Certainly there are issues you have to deal with as an adult and you do have to plan for the future and earn a living to pay for your wants and needs,” Herman retorted, “but you’re the one in control. It only becomes stressful if you don’t do things that are fun. You need to enjoy the work you do. Don’t do it just because you have to. Adults have the opportunity to seek out others in their lives to help guide them to a better place. In childhood, you have very few friends that stand the test of time. There are other kids in playgroups, school, recreation teams you are on, but when those end, you move on. In fact, the people that help you the most are the adults. As an adult, you get to be that helper. You get to follow those children, if you choose, and become important to their lives. Doesn’t that make you feel good?”

Otto just said, “Harrumph!”

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The next thing I knew, I was sitting on my couch while the television was droning on about some product or another. Was I watching one of those PBS science shows about “Growing Up” or just nodding off and playing one of my own dramas in my head?

 

And what about my thoughts on being an adult vs. child? I certainly can see the benefits of both. Given a choice I think I’ll stick with being an adult, preferably on the younger side of it, which I know is not a reality. But it’s something I can dream about.

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A to Z Theme Reveal 2018 “Attitudes and Gratitudes”

Theme Reveal: Attitudes and Gratitudes

Are you a raving ranter or an optimistic orator? Do find yourself complaining about anything and everything or always in good spirits and see the positive aspects of everything?  Meet Otto and Herman. Now granted there are those that can see both the negative and positive sides of things, so they don’t fall into either category of person 100% of the time, but such is not the case with Otto and Herman. They are the extremes. Over the next few weeks, I will be allowing them both to speak on a number of different topics. Sometimes they will both react to the same issue and other times they will each have separate issues that they want to pontificate or espouse about. Feel free at any time to add your own opinions to the conversations.

And now without further ado, I give you Otto and Herman:

My name is Otto. I am a meticulous person. Everything has to be in a certain order. Everything must be in its place. People ask me time and time again for my opinions on things. How do I feel about going on trips? Or what are my views on issues of the day, technology, homework, doctors, and the like?  I never hesitate to give my opinions. I’m called a pessimist by some, and critical person by others. They’re all wrong. They say everything is so bright and happy. Hogwash! This world is going to heck in a handbasket. They may think that I’m negative all of the time. Bah Humbug! I’m just a realist. Wake up and smell the roses, those that haven’t wilted or been poisoned by pollution. If you don’t want my opinion…Don’t ask. Actually, it doesn’t matter whether you ask or not, you’re going to get it.

 

Hi, I’m called Herman. Why, because that is what I like to be called, and that’s my name. Isn’t it great? Not the name, just being alive in this wonderful world. I love it. There is not a thing in this world that I’m not encouraged by. All you Debbie Downers keep trying to pull me down with your rants and raves about things. But my position is, you get what you believe in and what you make of it. Just ask me. You give me a topic to talk about, and I will gladly express all the positive aspects of it. Where you see white and black, I see all the colors of the rainbow. Are there things in this world that don’t work? Are there things that are bad and will never amount to anything but disaster and destruction? Maybe you are just looking at them through the wrong set of glasses. What if you could make a change for the better? Why accept the things as they are; focus on not only fixing them but making them better. Make a difference.  That’s the way I think. A rose may have lots of thorns that stick you, but on top of them all is a beautiful rose.

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Ode to Night

Ode to Night

Night begins to fall and you listen to the daytime sounds disappear.

No more bird calls. No more animals scurrying about.

The wind still there, whispering to the trees, “It is time to sleep.”

Grass, so green, lays itself down to await the morning dew.

 

The darkening sky shares it’s bountiful colors: red, orange, purple,

And finally black.

But what’s this? There is more in this darkness.

Tiny holes break through to share their light,

Twinkling ever so slightly to remind us that they are there.

 

The sun, once so high in the sky, refuses to be left out.

Its brilliance reflected in the moon sheds another passage for the light.

 

Some nights darkness prevails, the clouds hide those shining stars.

The moon reclaims itself as new and will not bend to the sun’s will.

But those are fleeting moments, for time is not always on darkness’s side

 

And there is the everpresent light from below.

The man-made lights trying to claim this domain.

But that too can be stilled.

At the flick of a switch or by natural events that say,

“Bring on the darkness, let the light be gone.”

 

And then there is the quiet.

Time to refresh, to reflect, to dream of things to come.

The peaceful sounds of the night.

The owls call, the crickets chirp, and the wind still whispering to the trees.

 

Until dawn.

 

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Time to Reflect

Time to Reflect

As I stare out the window, I see numerous birds nestled on the roof of the house next door. The trees blow gently in the wind, swaying to a rhythm that only they can hear. The sky is gray. It must be, or else these blinds would not be open. A bright day blocks the screen. Billowing clouds fill the air and they too move slowly to the sounds caused by the wind. Of course I can’t hear any of that because the window is closed. But the open blinds allow me to write, uninterrupted in thought. My spirit is mellow. I can look to my right and there are the sliding glass doors of the balcony. I take in the backyard, leaf covered ground and vacant woods beyond. A squirrel decides that it is time to exercise. How far can it leap and reach another tree without touching the ground? Another joins his quest and then one more.

Sitting in my writer’s nook I am at peace. My thoughts are plenty. My fingers touch the keyboard and those thoughts coalesce. I write. Today’s thoughts are focused on thinking. Another day they become a tale to tell. Then another and a remembrance of times past. Should snow or rain begin, those thoughts intensify. For my muse is telling me to relax, be aware and become one with my thoughts.

Today’s assignment stated we should meditate for 5 minutes before we begin our journey. I chose to write first. So now I will pause and take the time to focus on my body, my mind, and my breaths. Let’s see where it takes me:

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An eagle soars in a sky that’s blue.
Its keen eyes searching for something new.
What’s that it sees in the land below?
It’s but a thought, like falling snow.

She gathers speed to reach the spot.
Then hovers softly until she’s got,
Her chance to capture with one quick grab
Poised talons sharp, she takes a stab

The idea’s fresh and full of meat
For her to take and then to eat
Or store away until there’s need
To share that thought, so all can feed.
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So here I sit with thoughts in mind
Of things to write and words to find
I put them down so I can share
Till my next flight into the air.

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A Body of Knowledge

A Body of Knowledge

Body’s Report
Why don’t you ever listen to me? I try to tell you, “Don’t do that!”, “You’re too old to attempt it.”, “This is going to hurt.”, “Did you even ask anyone for advice?”

But no, not a word that I put in your thoughts do you pay attention to. It serves you right every time I tell you not to do something and you do it anyway, that you have to suffer the consequences.

Myself, I’m tired of having to patch things up for you. My God, you’re 67 years old, not a spry 20 year old; not that you were very spry back then either. Yeah, I would love to play sports and dance and do acrobatic dives off of a diving board, but I don’t, at least not of my own volition. But you keep trying. There’s a reason you get out of breath!

You wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve had to counsel your back because you stayed bent in that same position for too long. And your knees! You know the constant complaints I get from them when you bend and stand back up again just to hear them crack. One knee operation wasn’t enough?

When someone suggests you should take some ibuprofen or tylenol, just do it! Those bumps and bruises are screaming for help and you just stand there, or should I say slump there and say, “it will go away.” or “It’s not so bad.”

You’re waiting for a complete shutdown and let me tell you that if that happens, I won’t be there to stop it.

A Rebuttal
You’re only as old as you feel and I feel great…at least for today. If you think positive thoughts you can improve your demeanor, your physical well being, and your outlook on life. Haven’t you ever tried that. It works! The more you tell yourself that you are feeling and doing well, the better you are.

You’re the one that is griping all the time. No wonder you get out of breath and creak constantly. You call it age, I call it kvetching. Grow up, get with the program. How do you know that 67 isn’t the new 20? Besides I like what I do. So I have to temper my actions a little to match my advancing years, that doesn’t mean I have to just stop.

As to a complete shutdown, should that happen, trust me you’ll be there.

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Mindful thoughts

Dreams are nature’s way of saying take a break. Usually it is not a break within the framework of your life, but into a world where anything can happen. Occasionally it intensifies what is going on in your life and takes you down deep troughs of frustration or up high mountains of creativity. I like to think of dreams as a place to go where I can tether myself to the creative side of me and go out and explore.

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Smile!

Smile!

I’ve heard that the best medicine is a smile. When you’re feeling down, when you are hurting, when you just can’t do anything right. Just smile. Well, that’s what they say and even sing about. Remember the song written by Charlie Chaplin (lyrics by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons): Smile / Tho’ your heart is aching / Smile / Even tho’ it’s breaking / When there are clouds in the sky / You’ll get by /If you just smile.

I know from practice, that when someone gives me a smile, it boosts my day. And there are times when I smile and can visibly see a positive reaction from other people. As a storyteller and teacher, I especially see it with kids.

Smiling and joking can ease the tension in difficult circumstances. It can be a great coping mechanism. However, there are times when it can also be inappropriate and hurtful.

Though my method of releasing tension is through humor, it’s not something you want to do at a funeral, or when someone else is feeling hurt.

Therein lies the dilemma. How do I cope with tragedy to ease my reaction for myself, while at the same time not offend the person who has experienced the tragedy? I have at times found myself swallowing the pain that I need to express, or release, in order to be empathic to others. Without the outlet to release my own sorrow or anxiety it makes it harder to cope.

You also have to be aware of the personalities you are interacting with. Where one person can get an emotional release from humor and smiles, there are others that can’t. It makes it harder if you don’t know the person and you don’t know how to react. Be yourself or control yourself?

On whole, I think that smiling, if genuine, is the best decision to make. Leave the words out, if you feel it is the right way to go. Think positive thoughts, be serious but light and just smile. Hugs and pats on the back, don’t hurt either.

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A Comedy of Errors

It was my 3rd year of teaching. I was teaching 6th grade. I was in the final stages of my Master’s project, which was to teach my social studies curriculum using the theme, “the History of Communication.” Way back in those days we weren’t required to teach a specific curriculum, we only had the recommended guidelines from the State.

My Master’s program supervisor was coming to observe my class at the midpoint of my project to see how well it was progressing.

The day he came, my class, it was completing the culminating research done on different components of communication throughout the ages. The students were to give oral presentations on the topics that they chose. Continue reading

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