Wild life

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On my first day of school, just before I got in my car, I saw a heron fly by my house. Herons are special to me, I think of them as my spirit bird. So seeing one on my first day gave me a very positive feeling.

Today on my drive in there were three buck deers crossing the road in front of me. It’s pretty rare to see deers with horns. I then saw a doe around the corner and wondered if the guys were looking for her.

I feel very honored and humbled when I see wild animals. It also makes me feel special. Timing of such things need to be perfect, and I like to think that these sightings are a sign that I’m aligned with my day and have the power to make it a great one.

1st day of school

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Today is my 27th first day of school. I’d like to say I remember every one but I don’t. It’s easy to understand why: the first day is usually going over the rules and policies. You don’t really know the kids yet so there aren’t many memorable moments.

One does stand out. I was going over my grading policies when a student stood up, walked to the back of the class and sucker punched a kid in the head! I didn’t even know his name when I was yelling at him to stop.

It turns out the kid he hit had been bullying him all summer. I just wish he hadn’t decided to use my class to get even!

DIY was my first publishing

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I wrote yesterday about the link between Work in Progress Writing and Work in Progress Projects. I was thinking about it just now, and it hit me that completing my indoor and outdoor projects was a type of publishing. After all, publishing is bringing a creative work to the public.

There is no choice but to “publish” a project. When a bathroom is done, people are going to use it. But with my writing, I’m guilty of holding on to it, endlessly tweaking, not working hard on trying to get it out to readers.

I wonder if making a kitchen, a bathroom, a patio is somehow linked to my decision to self-publish Tao of Thoreau? That having people walk on and through these places made me want to have my words in front of people, no matter how few or many.

Just think – reading bozbozeman is a little like using my bathroom. Except you can’t flush the toilet.