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How Much I Love You

 I love you like I love to wake up in the morning. 

When I wake up in the mornings to realize I have another chance to live my life. 

You’re the deep breath full of relaxation and laughter to my soul.

The reason I have to believe, to achieve. 

The evergreen part of me that oxygenates my spirit. 

My love for you is omnipresent. 

Beautiful Wings

 I got the boys some caterpillars so they could watch them go through the process of turning into a butterfly. I remember playing with caterpillars when I was young. I would pick them up in my fingers and let them inch their way across my hands. Some of them were a really bright colorful green and others were black and fuzzy with orange spots. Who would think when looking at a caterpillar that they would turn into a beautiful butterfly? 

Sometimes I wonder what happens when we die. The Egyptians would wrap a cloth around bodies of the deceased and I can’t help but think it resembles the cocoon of a butterfly. Could the caterpillar turning into a butterfly be a reflection of what happens to us, as human beings, when we die? 

The Apple Tree

 Faith is something we cannot see, but we believe. During our life, we experience times when our faith is questionable. You plant so many seeds, you water them accordingly, but the tree just won’t sprout. You eat  another apple and when you get to the core, decide it’s worth another try. After all, the apple tree is life giving. You plant the seed again, knowing it might be a fruitless pursuit. Planting the seed is having hope and giving your faith the chance to grow. Sometimes all we can do is plant the seed. 

Dream Journalism

 Hi, my name is Dr. Suzanne Sateri. I am a Doctor of Education. Becoming a Doctor of Education did not happen overnight. It required lots of hard work, dedication and practice. I had to be bold and brave enough to take risks that were somewhat out of the ordinary in terms of standardized educational practices. I am currently studying to be a Surgeon of Education. When I was a young girl, I remember playing in the garden and pretending to be preforming brain surgery. With my hands full of mud, I would imagine I actually had a brain in front of me and was helping someone with a team of Doctors, to be able to think at their highest capacity. That was the defining moment that lead me to becoming an Educational Surgeon. 

The root of the word education means “to lead forth, or to lead”. With my hands muddy, once again, I plant a new seed and wait for the roots to grow. The natural process of planting a seed comes with not knowing when and how the roots are growing, steady and strong underneath the surface. We plant the seed with the faith that it will grow, whether or not we witness every process of that growth. It strives to be connected with the light in the darkness and once it emerges into the light, it grows toward it. Sometimes, after a while of becoming strong in the core, what was once a seed becomes a tree and produces fruit that we might even be able to enjoy. 

Writing the Dream

 I was reading the self-care tips from Pixar characters today and wanted to pick at least one as a topic for today’s blog. The one I’d like to focus on is “write in your dream journal”. I’ve read a little bit about classes where the teacher asks each student to introduce themselves as who they wish to be instead of who they think they are at the time. The teacher called each person Dr. and they each dressed as if and acted as if they were who they dreamed of being. 

I imagine this is what writing in a dream journal would be like. 

Kinder Math