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Posts tagged ‘angel children’

Daily Prompt Love Catch-Up <3 5 New Prompts!

23 December 2017

Make art about the joy of giving.

giving

24 December 2017

Make art about watching a child grow, the day to day changes.

children

25 December 2017

Make art about interfaith conversation, about building interfaith peace.

interfaith peace

26 December 2017

Make art about shady sales practices.

shady salesman

27 December 2017

Make art about something you consider sacred.

sacred

Daily Prompt Love x 2

13 October 2017

Make art about superstition. 

superstition

14 October 2017

My youngest turns twenty-three today. Happy Birthday, Dean! 

Make art about youngest children. 

Dean 23

Daily Prompt Catch-Up <3 11 New Prompts!

21 September 2017

Make art about redefining what home means.

home

22 September 2017

Make art about building or tearing down fences.

fences

23 September 2017

Make art about the power of repetition.

repetition

24 September 2017

Make art about genetic memory.

genetic memory

25 September 2017

Make art about your last encounter with an angel.

angel

26 September 2017

Make art about dissent.

dissent

27 September 2017

Make art about healing touch.

healing touch

28 September 2017

Make art about that neighbor.

neighbor

29 September 2017

Make art about responding to hate with unity and grace.

no hate

30 September 2017

Make art about what’s present in the absence.

absence

1 October 2017

Make art about stepping away.

stepping away

Better Late Than Never Daily Prompt Love <3 Beautiful Creatures

3 May 2017

Every day I sling the door open to my classroom, and enter, looking across the room at those amazing students, and greet them with”Good morning, you beautiful creatures!”

I hadn’t thought much about it, until apparently I missed a day greeting them this way, and I heard about it 🙂 “You didn’t call us beautiful creatures!”

And they are–so beautiful–these young creatures striving, focusing, questioning, and reaching, always reaching, even when they’re not sure yet what it is they’re reaching for. Some stumble, and fall. Some create the wind itself as they move from place to place. Others are much too hard on themselves, harder than we old people could be, harder even than the unbelievable media and family and societal pressure they carry on their young shoulders every day.  They are creatures of grace, and incredible endurance, surviving, thriving even. in the mess we’ve left them.

They are dreamfog and summer storm and mountain clay and stardust. They are every road to everywhere, every path woven of hope and young hunger.

They are miraculous, these creatures, these wind dancers and fireaters, carrying their huge hearts out openly before them in their hands, offering them  like gifts, like the gifts that they are. ❤

They’re funny, and they’re compassionate, and they’re curious, and wise, so much wiser than they’re given credit for, than they give themselves credit for, and I learn from them every time we’re together in those rooms. Every day they teach me, so I never forget what it is to dream.

Tonight, we shared a meal, and I listened to presentations for projects ranging from the environmental and natural–water quality, animal rescue, waste conversion for fuel–to a cross-section of the humane–programs for kids in poverty, kids with disabilities, for educating kids in technology, free financial services for students and for the poor, projects to help the hungry.

Tonight, I saw the future, y’all 🙂 and no matter how hard it seems right now, that future? It is indeed filled with beautiful, beautiful, beautiful creatures.

Make art about young people, about what we owe them, about what we can learn from them. 

angel children

Daily Prompt <3 I Call Them Angel Babies

18 May 2016

I spend most of my time with 18-25 year olds 🙂 I call them Angel Babies, Angel Chirren. 🙂 I call them My Teachers. Yep. They always teach me more than I could ever teach them. 

Make art about something learned from a young person. 

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