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jeanne-gannon
jeanne-gannon
F/American The language of the soul emerges from the mind's eye through subtle hints suddenly transformed into words.
Almost time for recess! thinks Chase, feeling a rush of energy. Maybe we’ll play kickball near the old oak tree. Wanting to run and jump, he can only squirm in his seat. Waiting impatiently, Chase sighs, and swings his feet. His eyes move toward the clock and then toward the door. “Time to line up for recess” announces Ms. Alvarez, but Chase can’t take it anymore. Launching from his seat, Chase barrels toward the line without seeing Lilly Parker moving at the same time! Lilly’s sweater flew from her hands, as she tumbled toward the floor. “I’m sorry” he said, his cheeks growing warm….. he’s felt like THIS before. Like the time in the cafeteria, Chase was in such a rush his milk had toppled over, turning his food turning it into mush. He had felt so embarrassed while cleaning up his tray Wondering if kids were snickering and looking his way. Lilly stared at the floor as if she might cry, then with a puzzled expression, simply asked him, “Why?” Chase stared blankly. He honestly didn’t know. “Why do I rush? Why can’t I move slow? I know moving too fast is unsafe, and yet… I get so wound up, I always seem to forget”. With a look of both frustration and concern, Ms. Alvarez wondered, Chase, when will you learn “You need to slow down and remember our rule: We walk, we don’t run. We move safely in school!” That night, as Chase was lying in his bed he remembered the words his counselor had said, When you find yourself with a burst of energy take a look around ….and then count to three. Calm your body. Breathe in deep. Take the kind of breaths you take before sleep. Quiet your mind. Enjoy the peace. Inhale slowly and then exhale…. release. Squeeze your squishy ball or the seat of your chair Take the time to notice who is around you, and where. Then think…Do I have enough space to move or run? If not, someone might get hurt and THAT won’t be fun. With practice Chase, you will reach your goal You CAN calm yourself down. You ARE in control. On the next day, as playtime drew near, Chase looked at Lilly and it all became clear. I’m excited to play…. but I want to do it safely. I will take some deep breaths to relax my body. He enjoyed the cool of the air as he breathed it in And felt a release as he let it out again. The breaths seem to be helping as the minutes flew by Soon, the breathing felt effortless. He no longer had to try! As the class was called to recess, Chase slowly became aware he had no sudden urge to leap from his chair. He was not waiting impatiently or shuffling his feet or imagining kickball on the concrete. He didn’t even wiggle in his seat this time. Chase was in control of his body and mind.
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Chase in Control of his Body and Mind
Almost time for recess! thinks Chase, feeling a rush of energy. Maybe we’ll play kickball near the old oak tree. Wanting to run and jump, he can only squirm in his seat. Waiting impatiently, Chase sighs, and swings his feet. His eyes move toward the clock and then toward the door. “Time to line up for recess” announces Ms. Alvarez, but Chase can’t take it anymore. Launching from his seat, Chase barrels toward the line without seeing Lilly Parker moving at the same time! Lilly’s sweater flew from her hands, as she tumbled toward the floor. “I’m sorry” he said, his cheeks growing warm….. he’s felt like THIS before. Like the time in the cafeteria, Chase was in such a rush his milk had toppled over, turning his food turning it into mush. He had felt so embarrassed while cleaning up his tray Wondering if kids were snickering and looking his way. Lilly stared at the floor as if she might cry, then with a puzzled expression, simply asked him, “Why?” Chase stared blankly. He honestly didn’t know. “Why do I rush? Why can’t I move slow? I know moving too fast is unsafe, and yet… I get so wound up, I always seem to forget”. With a look of both frustration and concern, Ms. Alvarez wondered, Chase, when will you learn “You need to slow down and remember our rule: We walk, we don’t run. We move safely in school!” That night, as Chase was lying in his bed he remembered the words his counselor had said, When you find yourself with a burst of energy take a look around ….and then count to three. Calm your body. Breathe in deep. Take the kind of breaths you take before sleep. Quiet your mind. Enjoy the peace. Inhale slowly and then exhale…. release. Squeeze your squishy ball or the seat of your chair Take the time to notice who is around you, and where. Then think…Do I have enough space to move or run? If not, someone might get hurt and THAT won’t be fun. With practice Chase, you will reach your goal You CAN calm yourself down. You ARE in control. On the next day, as playtime drew near, Chase looked at Lilly and it all became clear. I’m excited to play…. but I want to do it safely. I will take some deep breaths to relax my body. He enjoyed the cool of the air as he breathed it in And felt a release as he let it out again. The breaths seem to be helping as the minutes flew by Soon, the breathing felt effortless. He no longer had to try! As the class was called to recess, Chase slowly became aware he had no sudden urge to leap from his chair. He was not waiting impatiently or shuffling his feet or imagining kickball on the concrete. He didn’t even wiggle in his seat this time. Chase was in control of his body and mind.
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Before there was you, I was not me I was simply the shell around what I could be there were no moments complete in utter bliss no arms to long for no embrace to miss There were no memories sweet no silent despair no experience to live and wish you were there I was only a part of what you've helped me become a bird without wings my song unsung Now complete no sorrow to speak of it is you i want to thank yes you, my love.
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
Shell
March 20th, it's been a year I'm remembering things that i hold dear your thirst for knowledge your passion for words the melody in your heart and the song unheard. a story for every single day of the year a quote for each moment candid, yet genuine and always sincere there was strength in your presence in every venture you'd seek the will of an ox as if silence could speak And the music you loved puccini...pavoratti we watched them comfort your being as the smile left your body you were one of a kind your own work of art now your passion unfettered lives forever in my heart.
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 9:31 PM UTC
One Year Part II
July Thirty-first It's been a year Since we talked. Since you were here. And although my life is forever changed Through so many things, your life remains: in a word, a smile, a scent, a sound for that split second i look around and tell myself you are in a better place there is no pain upon your face. There are no more moments to wish for peace no more waiting for time to cease Through the eyes of every being of light in the innocent laugh of a child's delight in the soft clatter of summer rain in the crunch of gravel on dry terrain in the glistening sun on birds in flight and the sound of leaves rustling through the night you speak to me. In my dreams, these moments make hours your smile embraces my soul I am grateful to sense your being you are content, at peace, and whole As I slowly awaken, I begin to see unlike the leaf fallen from its tree the winds of time will not take you from me And while your physical form is forever gone It is through these things, mom, your life lives on.
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
One Year