The woes of scheduling. Not my favorite activity. My school has 'protected blocks' of reading time in the morning, so it's not generally a good time to pull kids out for services. No problem, I have offered inclusion services to 'support the general curriculum' which is essentially the foundation of my service model. It's a slow sale for some teachers, but the ones that have welcomed me are going to be happiest. Their kiddos will be in their least restrictive environment and make more gains since life pretty much happens in the classroom. I also spend time where kids are less focused, like the lunchroom or the hallway when they are in the bathroom line. I can't walk 10 feet down a hall past kids and not get a few hugs. I love it. Makes me happy that even the kids who aren't officially my students want to be!
If I don't get a massage soon, I fear I will break. Even sleeping on my lovely mattress, I wake up all tense and stuff. I must consciously tell my muscles to relax. I got a nice little email from a place I once visited in Asheville, and I think it's callin me back. Oh yes, it is.
I'd love to do a juice fast and partake in some yoga and decompression. I need a teacher or someone to share this path with. Quite seriously. I need some lovin.
Listening to groovy jazz right now on the cable music channel, and the man was singing, "listen to your heart and what it's sayin." What's your heart saying?
Mine is saying, let me love you as you are. Some folks don't let themselves or want to be loved. My heart whispers, i love the you that cannot be seen.
And my body sneaks in the comment, please get under the covers and relax....envision the desired result.
Peace and love!
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