We have a color belt promotion testing this week.  Many parents will inquire as to their child’s readiness because, in their words, they don’t WIN_20140131_130933 (2)want their son or daughter to FAIL.

We reassure and explain.  We would not invite them if they were unprepared. Testing is not merely about perfecting curriculum. It’s about building our character.  We persevere with a positive attitude even when it’s hard. And if we don’t succeed the first time, we try again.

What saddens me is when a few of those same parents, despite their own feelings, will allow their child to quit in a few months because “he doesn’t want to.”

Quitting is the only true fail.  Everything else is experience, preparing you for what is to come.


In Defense of Fairy Tales (on censorship)

I sometimes have concerns about sharing my blog due to content. How much do you let friends or acquaintances or co-workers or your mother see?  I self censor myself rather harshly but even the hint of someone else telling me what I can or cannot share through my writing has me up in arms.  It made me remember this original poem – written as a response to a censorship discussion. (It might appear in this blog previously but a search didn’t pull it up.  It can be found in my book!)

In Defense of Fairy Tales
Distressing damsels vainly wait
in unreachable dark towers,
while poker playing princes
yawn at the late hour.
Wolves walk right past Grandma’s house;
the dwarves stay underground;
sirens see from fathoms deep,
but do not make a sound.
Giants hide in mountaintops,
where dragons breathing smoke,
watch the wizards magic fail,
and jesters tire of jokes.
Witches spells remain uncast,
no one wins or loses,
quests kept unaccomplished
by vanquishing the muses.
Children safely under wraps,
looking through the glass,
the forest is so harshly lit,
all can lamely pass.
Fairies fret and sadly wonder
why we must be burned,
and fail to see within their tales
lessons to be learned.

Behind in the Count (And Poems 17, 18, 19)

I woke with a chill and sore throat. Lunches, sit ups, stretches, three  ibuprofen and a half pot of coffee later, I thought I might live through the morning.  Sometimes you push through.

I had an energetic group of twenty three 4 to 9 yr.old’s at the school I was visiting this afternoon. It was a challenge to keep their attention.  Even more so when one of the youngsters had a potty accident.  We took two giant steps forward and continued with class.  Sometimes you have to persevere.

At the end of session, as the children were going off with their parents, one of the boys commented (almost to the room as a whole), “This is the greatest class!” Sometimes you find the sweet spot and knock it right out of the park.

Still playing poem catch up and then to top it off missed yesterday.

Behind in the count
Wasted moments wondering
Timing’s everything

Malodorous pill
A vile tasting tincture
The better it works

#19 Sunday Spirits
God was resting on Sunday
so Satan stopped over
with some sugar and spirits
“It’s too early for me
to be imbibing.”
“Nonsense, mimosas were invented
for breakfast”
His ratio of champagne to orange juice
was way out of whack.
He held it out to me, tempting,
“It’ll make your whole day better”
I smiled and took a small sip.
“Yes, maybe,
but what about tomorrow?”


My morning meditation
interrupted by heroes
saving an imaginary world
“It’s not even six am.”
But his attention is elsewhere
And even I am almost
sucked into the screen
Their heart ache profound,
journeys epic,
movements complicated,
missions improbable at best
but still, my duty is clear
“You’re not sitting here all day”
“That’s not fair.”
Sometimes a hero’s actions are for the greater good.

Poem #17 for the NaPoWriMo Challenge! 

Wake Up!

4:10 a.m.
Beep beep beep
Someone remembered
Beep beep beep
To set
Beep beep beep
Their alarm
Beep beep beep
But then
Beep beep beep
Forgot where
Beep beep beep
They hid
Beep beep beep
The phone

Poem # 8 in the NaPoWriMo challenge – inspired by actual events!

Another Reason to Love TKD

When it is cold and raining, we can play inside!  

Poem #7 for the NaPoWriMo 30 poems in 30 days challenge – inspiration from the Lacrosse home opener.  

Spring Sport
a frozen field
gray skies shimmer, blue lips shout,
umbrella party