Monday Music #6

 

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I have a playlist on Amazon that I call Sweet Homes. Not all the songs are about Alabama, though, because I’ve had other homes. And I’m attached to some places that are or have been homes for my loved ones. This one’s for everybody…

 

 

Feels Like Home

Something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself
In your heart

Something in your voice
Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling will last
The rest of my life

If you knew
How lonely my life has been
And how low I’ve felt for so long
If you knew
I wanted someone to come along
And change my world
The way you’ve done
It feels like home

Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m on my way back
Where I come from
Feels like home
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m on my way back
Where I’m from

With your embrace
Down a long dark street
And a sigh of wind in the night
It’s alright
Cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see
The dark feels light

If you knew
How much this moment means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch
If you knew
I wanted someone to come along
I never thought I’d love anyone
So much

Feels like home
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m on my way to where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m on my way back to where I belong
Feels like I’m on my way back to where I belong

Written by Randy Newman • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

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Adventures in Subbing #6

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He could steady a one-hundred-and-eighty pound man by himself, fold up and carry a wheelchair one-handed, but that didn’t count on the basketball court or in grammar or much of anywhere. – from Stand Tall by Joan Bauer 

There are skills that are sometimes taught, sometimes caught, that often go unnoticed. I saw this a few weeks ago in a fourth grade classroom. I was standing in the back of a room while another teacher was reading a story about Rosa Parks to the students. A chubby, red faced boy in the back was kind of sniffling and putting his head down. I wasn’t sure if he was ill or sad or if I should approach him. Before I could decide, a student just acted on his instinct. I watched a sharply dressed young black student walk all the way across the room, put his hand on the blubbering boy’s shoulder, and speak kindly to him. I was so touched. I thought how proud Rosa Parks would have been to see that moment.  I read more to the class about Mrs. Parks, and her struggles and we had a wonderful discussion.

A short while later, I saw the boy smiling broadly who had before been so sad. Seems he thought he’d lost a watch and was going to get in a lot of trouble, but he found it way back in his desk.

I didn’t get a chance to speak to the kind boy, but I wish I had. I wish I had told him I noticed.

 

 

30 Things I love Right Now

This post was inspired by Javacia Harris Bowser. You can read her post HERE. I decided to alphabetize my list – it’s the teacher in me. 🙂 Since she had a song in hers, I’m including one I love, too – Rainy Night in Georgia sung by Boz Scaggs.

  1. Back porch mornings
  2. BFF Cathy – we have known each other for over 40 years
  3. Blogging
  4. BOGO school supplies
  5. Bulletproof Coffee
  6. Discovering B’ham
  7. Freshly painted bathrooms
  8. Hiking at Red Mountain
  9. Husband of 36 years
  10. Loretta, my black lab
  11. Making my own schedule
  12. Melatonin
  13. Microwaved pepperoni dipped in hummus (just ask me)
  14. Mom – my example and support
  15. My grandkids – I love both of them so much my heart aches
  16. My kids – four plus my DIL
  17. PackPoint app
  18. Pepper Place Market
  19. Photography
  20. Prepping for Montana
  21. Reading
  22. Rug from World Market
  23. Salami
  24. Spotify
  25. Steak from the backyard grill
  26. The soft wind
  27. Toss pillows
  28. Tweeting
  29. Writing letters
  30. Zumba videos

Ode to Birmingham

I have been writing poems for the PAD (Poem a Day) challenge by Robert Brewer from Writer’s Digest. This is from last April , the third year in which I participated.  . This poem was  for Day 12 in which the prompt said to write a “city” poem. You can view others poems for Day 12 here: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-12

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An Ode to Birmingham

How do I find my way

in this new city

filled with the old flags

waving in the echo

of white only?

How can I use my words

in this city in the hills

and valleys that echo

with cries from the

downcast?

I will find my way

with the light

of what I know,

a beam of boldness

to guide me.

I will use my words

in this city of the south

to pierce and soften;

for peace

and for love.