Brown Penny - A Love Poem by Wm Butler Yeats

I whispered, 'I am too young,'

And then, 'I am old enough';

Wherefore I threw a penny

To find out if I might love. 

'Go and love, go and love, young man, 

If the lady be young and fair.'

Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, 

I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,

There is nobody wise enough

To find out all that is in it, 

For he would be thinking of love

Till the stars had run away 

And the shadows eaten the moon. 

Ah penny, brown penny, brown penny, 

One cannot begin  it too soon.

-Wm Butler Yeats

A poem spoken at the breakfast table with light streaming in. "I like that," mom says.

i thank You God for most this amazing

day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today

and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth

day of life and love and wings: and of the gay 

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any- lifted from the no 

of all nothing - human merely being

doubt unimaginable You? 

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

ee cummings

I still exist.

I love teaching. 

I am a born teacher.

I love English, it makes me happy. 

Good lessons give me good energy. 

Excellent lessons put me on ten feet of air; I get inspired to write articles for the English Journal.

Teaching is exhausting, hence why nothing gets published further than a blog post. 

I like to compare aspects of teaching to the story of Adam naming the animals. 

I don't eat enough, sleep enough, exercise enough, see friends enough, relax enough... yet I've never been better. 

(The last statement was an exaggeration, except for the "I've never been better" part.)

I want to be a teacher for the rest of my life, and doggoneit, I didn't pay an arm and a leg at Calvin to get burned out after four years, so watch me teach till the day I die! ;) (In some capacity, at least!)

I don't know when to stop blogging sometimes.

Betsy