Friday Photo: Night at the Museum
Posted on August 11, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
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Posted on August 11, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
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Posted on July 6, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
It took 46 years to sense it…
first just a tickle
then a burst out here and there
like a drowning woman rising to the top
churning and bubbling to the surface
It took 46 years to feel it…
saying goodbye to identities no longer useful
relationships not meeting needs
or stereotypes obliged to slide to the side
and slither into obscurity
It took 46 years to create it…
birthing them from me and
me from myself
welcoming a new phase of existence
all the time surrendering expired habits
It took 46 years to explode it…
pulsing out my heart through my fingertips
rushing out my mouth to the world
exuding out my very being into the
freedom to be
me.
Independence.
Posted on May 26, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
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It was a rough playoff game. The loser faced the dismal loser’s bracket, forced to claw their way back up. Neither team wanted to start off the series that way.
The game started out ok, and we kept it tied for the first few innings 0-0. Then 1-1. But when we got to the third and fourth, and their pitcher sent curve ball after fastball after slider at our boys, their spirits sank and so did their bats.
The opposition took advantage, and runs began pouring in. 3-1. 5-1. Then it was 6-2, bottom of the sixth. Our last up at bat, and hope was nearly gone – until their pitcher ran up his count, and had to exit. Thank goodness for Little League arm-protection rules.
And an amazing thing happened. Our boys started cheering each other on. We got on base, one after another and they were loaded. One out. Home plate started seeing our footprint, and when my son stole home it was a tie game, 6-6. Before we knew it, the shortstop stole home, too, and we were on top-a place we never expected to be.
After the game, I asked my son what he thought about the night – how was he feeling during and after? He paused, then responded, “Well, I guess you just can never give up.”
Life lessons from a 12-year-old.