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Receipts

I’ll keep these for a time
Since they mark and note
The trip I took not so far
Away or so long ago

Pay slips from the turnpike
To represent my drives
Out and back, a map of
A town back home I found
At a station kiosk—sometimes
These are surprise-filled
Documents, even for a
Place I know

Coffee receipts out, those
For sandwiches on the
Way back in

Business card for a city
Place, the kind of which
We do not have in my
Small town, but at which
I had lunch with my family

Saint Vincent de Paul, whose
Thrift store I visited with my
Sister, where I bought a small
Piece of clear-black glass

An olive oil store—a
Festive, promising
New niche place—I
Got a narrow bottle of
Honey-serrano vinegar
For my brother-in-law
Who cooks a lot

Purchase record for a
Calendar I bought
On sale and then the

Best—a paper testimony
From a local bookstore

How I wish there were
More like this! I had gift
Card, it had the books

There are other neighbor
Places to support—those
Selling food and clothing and
Art-expression pieces from
Those makers starting out
Close by

But these books will do
They were my part in
My going, my time away, and
My returning afterward

My small trip—for
Now, a small-documented
Odyssey

Who Are You?—a Challenge from the Invisible World

Who Are You?

Megan’s Challenge from the Invisible World

https://invisibleworldd.wordpress.com/

https://invisibleworldd.wordpress.com/2016/01/04/challenge-who-are-you/

First, here are the rules.  (From Megan, the boss.)
While I’m being bossy, here are the rules.
1. Answer the questions listed below.
2. Leave a link to your post in the comments so I can read about how fabulous you are.  I’ll also make sure to leave a comment. (What? I can’t miss the opportunity to let my opinion be known. I am an oldest AND an Aries. Dang…don’t mess with me. Just kidding. I’ll be nice. *angelic smile*)
3. Have fun!
And so you don’t have to go back through the entire post, here is the…

List of Questions

What is your Myers Briggs personality type?
What is your zodiac sign?
What Hogwarts house would you be in?
What are your learning styles?
Are you more of a left-brain or a right brain kind of person?
What is your blood type?
What career are you meant to be in?
Which divergent fraction do you belong in?
What is your birth order?

If you accept this challenge, you can use this old-school chalkboard in your post. (You don’t have to if you are allergic to chalk dust.)

And here are my responses. (I’d like to use a chalkboard. My favorite medium in the classroom besides discussion. Is there a chalk-and-board technology I’m missing?)  I refer to links for quizzes and such.  These links are at Megan’s challenge post, the second post I give, above.

One. The answers are below.

Two. If I post a link to all my responses, that link will be at Megan’s blog. I could try posting everything to Megan’s blog, but that seems imposing. Even if she is Aries and oldest child. Or maybe because of that.

Three. I’m having fun (*emoji blowing New-Year’s-Eve horn*).

(responses to the list of questions, now)

The last time I took Meyers-Briggs, the results were ENFP. The E is a weak E. The N is a strong N. (E is extrovert. N is intuitive.)

My zodiac sign (in the more oft-used astrological calendar) is Libra. Balanced. Judicious. Yay.

I took the Hogwarts house-quiz and was selected for Gryffindor. Slytherin is the baddies’ house. I’m not sure what happens in the other houses.

I’ve worked as an educator for a while. I became aware of learning styles and have relied on them when teaching and gauging learner response. I’m satisfied learning through reading and through writing. I realize, Megan, this is a minority presence on the learning grid. Also like you, I like to learn through kinesthetic—that is, through holistically doing stuff.

I once attended a day-long workshop on learning styles. The program started with a simple exercise that I could not do. We were given five seconds to put something written on the board by the leader into order on a piece of paper. Everyone was writing. I was lost. After five seconds and with pens down, the leader asked the group who arranged things in a certain way. Several persons’ hands went up. Then we were asked if we arranged things in another way, and everyone else’s hands were raised. Except mine. I was still lost and feeling rather stupid, especially for doing something wrong right at the start of the day. Then the leader asked if anyone could not write anything at all. Feeling outcast enough, I did not raise my hand. Then we were told, “Come on, in a group this size there should be at least one of you confused.” So I eased my hand skyward. “Good,” the leader said. “If you can’t do this exercise, it means the hemispheres of your brain work in balance, together.”

My blood type is A-positive. A pretty common type, I understand, for which I’m thankful, especially when I think I underwent a transfusion this past June (I wasn’t conscious at the time). But now, let’s see, what this type means according to the scale linked in the challenge . . . . Hmm, Britney Spears. Interesting company. Yay. Again. Presence of mind, coherent, stubborn—yes, all that fits. Good planner, yes, though then I wait for the plan to fall apart. And maybe I judiciously (that Libra aspect, again) share opinions, thoughts, and feelings. Though I do share. Why, I’m sharing here.

My career had better have something to do with learning, writing, literature, and spirituality. Other than people, these are the things I care about most. . . . . Well, I got Writer. And a nifty photo of someone typing and smoking a pipe. I’m sure both look better on Megan ‘cause she got writer, too. So I’m in good company there.

Divergent faction. If this is based on the series, I’ve only seen the first two films. I haven’t read the stories. The Giver, yes; The Maze Runner, yes. The Forest of Hands and Teeth. But the quiz will give me a result, anyway, right? . . . . I got Candor. Don’t know what that means as a faction. Then right away the screen dissolved into one offering me a free trial of Marie Claire. Don’t know what that means, either.–Wait! I thought these were factions. They are “fractions”?

I am the middle of five siblings. Made to be one person at one time—an older—or the other at another time—the younger. Maybe I’m supposed to be in charge. Maybe I’m supposed to be the underling of another boss. Hence never knowing where I really belong. (Break.) Now I’ve looked at the linked descriptions, and I must say they’re pretty good. Flexible, independent, generous, rebellious. Lots of opposite qualities co-existing in the list. For myself, I’d say feeling out of place—how it is with or without the list—is what fits most for me in the middle.

Okay, that’s it. Megan’s responses are at her blog (link at the top of this post). You should read them. Megan’s funny. Intentionally.

Snow Flying (haiku)

I am back from visiting family in Pittsburgh.  The pace there (friendly pace) kept me away from dealing with works and correspondence.  I’m now working backward to catch up.  I hope that you are well.  And, if not, that you get better soon.

Snow Flying

Geese fly overhead,
broken V with two way off.
I think they’re courting.

 

Romantz (haiku)

Romantz (haiku)

I’m a fixture here,
She said, when someone noticed.
Where light’s from, he said.

Psalm 20, a song when celebration

Psalm 20
a song when celebration

When the world is celebrating
We remember those
Who cannot be

Not to diminish our joy
But to make it fuller
To have a thought for the care

Of, well, you know, everything
And everyone
Blanket all of us in safety, Lord

New Year’s Turn, a diamante

a diamante, inspired by What the Woman Wrote, https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/

New Year’s Turn

Yes?
We’ll drop
down gradually
a diamond-looking ball
in each shiny place around the world, where
it’s suitable to celebrate New Year’s Eve as style—and yet
in three-hundred sixty-four (or five) more days,
we’ll do it again in lights
for the new time:
one year
wiser

Psalm 19, a song for when I’m terrified

Psalm 19
a song for when I’m terrified

In the middle of the night I
Had a heart attack and
I survived which are two

Things infrequent that is
To have the attack at night
And to wake up

I wasn’t scared then just
In great pain a pain I
Could not identify since

My heart had never been
A doctor’s concern so

I waited for it all to go
Away the pain the stone I
Felt upon my chest I even
Tried to go back to

Sleep and nothing went
Away things got only worse

I tried to count off what this
Might be bronchitis pneumonia
Or simply being too tired from
The semester’s work

The famous ache you see was
In my right arm not the left
So I knew it could not
Be that even though it

Was and as the sun was rising
I heard noises in the hall
Crawled to the door and opened
It and croaked a request to
Whomever in the hall

That could they there were two
Dial 9-1-1 for me and even had the
Presence to suggest this might
Be a heart attack after all

Here’s what I felt though
Through the whole of me in addition
To the pain a sense that I was
Dying and if so that I should
Let it go my tightening scrapping
Stabbing hold onto life

One word came to mind as if
I were hearing from outside
Though I was the only one
There and that word was
Relent

I don’t feel that now and take
No present comfort from that word

I think it was evoked to
Make me ready to make me
Less afraid as I felt more
The imminent loosening of this
Life in fact a relenting

It felt sad and serene at the
Same time

I like it here and do not want
To leave but I do think that
That word will come back

Relent

The Wanderer

The Wanderer

When not Dion’s song
An older lament about
The way we lived in medieval
Language (translated), too

A thousand years ago and more
In northern climes
After war, famine, disease, and
Dissolution
The end of family
Of all mortal ties

All that was left was the
Wanderer who had to live
On words, on songs
That might eke out
Some charity
In inhospitable days

Pilgrim Path

Pilgrim Path

Someday I’d love to walk
The path to Compostela, Spain
The pilgrimage of Saint
James and to his honor

Legacy, the pilgrim trail

I’d like to walk with company
I hear folk band together
On the way

The pilgrim path need not
Be done by one to count

God counts the pilgrim
In the heart, where the
Real path of challenges is trod

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