Whispering Wisdom

I wander foreign paths, searching for truths I
Don’t recognize on familiar roads. I
Know wisdom is often discovered by listening to whispers of the voiceless.
What I want hides in soft songs crickets sing under crescent moon.
I’m listening, carefully listening,
Proud of the simple strikes, the sparks,
Of scholarship seized, glowing softly in calm, cloudy night.
But I cry for more. So much more.
I need to know. I need to
Know, to listen, to laugh, to learn just
Enough today,
To carry me to tomorrow. I want to
Keep listening, keep learning, keep
Trying. I need to keep learning to keep living. 


I’d give it away

If I had a million dollars to give away, who would I give it to? That’s a question I think about daily. Not that I’m obsessed with wealth, mind you. Having more money that I need would be nice, but I like to believe I would give to as many people and causes as I could even if I never made more than just enough to get by. Beyond dreaming about what I would do if I earned millions, my answer is crystal clear: I would give to education because it’s a deeply personal cause. Coming from a family of educators, I can’t think of a better way to honor my parents than by supporting the cause they dedicated their lives and careers to. So, if I ever become the billionaire blogger of my dreams, I know would also become an educational philanthropist.

Where would I donate my millions?

As I dream, let’s explore three remarkable organizations I’d be thrilled to support.

  1. DonorsChoose.org: This organization is like the Amazon wishlist for teachers. DonorsChoose.org connects donors with classrooms in need, allowing educators to request specific resources for their students. You can fund anything from art supplies to science equipment, and it’s all about direct impact. You’ll know exactly where your money is going and who it’s helping, making you feel like a superhero without the uncomforable tights.
  2. NoKidHungry.org: Education is about more than books and pencils; it’s also about ensuring kids have the energy to learn. No Kid Hungry works tirelessly to end child hunger in America by connecting children with nutritious food where they live, learn, and play. You’re not just feeding bellies; you’re feeding young minds, providing a strong foundation for their educational journey.
  3. Utah Afterschool Network: Afterschool programs play a crucial role in a child’s overall development. They offer a safe and enriching environment for students after the final school bell rings. The Utah Afterschool Network is dedicated to supporting and improving these programs, ensuring that kids continue to learn and grow in a fun and stimulating atmosphere. Because, let’s face it, learning doesn’t stop when the school day ends!

Donating to these organizations strengthens education communities in a variety of unique ways. When I donate, I’m not just handing over a check; I’m investing in the future of countless students.

Would I really donate?

Not to brag, or boast, or stroke my ego, but I know I will donate to education if I ever had a million dollars to give away because I already use my own money to supply classrooms with additional tools to engage students. I buy snacks to help feed hungry students. I support our aftershool programs that reach so many students who need safe places to continue and expand their learning after regular school hours. I donate to local DonorsChoose fundraising campaigns to support the local schools. I can only dream of doing more when I earn and save more money.

I might not have my million-dollar earnings in hand just yet, but when it comes to supporting education, my heart and wallet are wide open. What’s a million dollars compared to the priceless impact it can have on the minds and futures of our youth? 


Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite hobby or pastime?

I like to imagine.

I like to imagine a world the way I think it should be. I’m a perpetual dreamer. I look at things the way they are and then think about the way they should be. Sometimes, I write down what I imagine and hope others will discover my wisdom. I imagine a big celebration on the day my dreams are accepted by the masses.

But, now, gentle readers (Do I dare call you gentle readers? That’s been done before.) So, now fellow bloggers, I ask you to indulge me as I share my favorite hobby. Please. Join me, and let’s imagine together.

Imagine Fridays becoming days to celebrate learning. Picture it: each week ends with a lively festival of knowledge. Imagine. Imagine a world where the pursuit of wisdom is met with excitement and enthusiasm, and classrooms transform into playgrounds of endless discovery. Just imagine.

What if we all chose to free ourselves from our electronic ball and chains. What if, instead, we all embraced the historical habit of walking? And talking. Face to face. Streets would transform into bustling avenues of friendship, where each step brings us closer to healing the world’s heartbeat. Hushed conversations would replace the honks and hums of engines, and nature’s song would return to center stage. Imagine traffic jams a distant memory. Imagine the only road rage a playful race to the ice cream truck. Imagine.

What if we unanimously decided to turn off the anger that seems to be broadcast from every corner of our lives? Imagine. Kindness, understanding, and empathy would fill our drought-stricken rivers and flow freely, drowning out conflict’s discordant noises. Imagine that. Laughter is contagious, and smiles would replace scowls. Imagine a reality where debates are settled with reason and political rallies are just massive potlucks where everyone brings their favorite dish and ideas to share? I’d vote for that.

The world I imagine is a world where boundaries of reality blur, a world where hope takes root and blooms, and a world where wildest dreams can flourish into a sweet reality of tomorrow. I believe that, some day, we might be celebrating our discoveries and our dreams on a Friday, strolling towards a world where anger fades into spectacular sunsets, and sharing our neighbors sweetest ambitions. Imagine. And to think, we got through this dream sequence without a single John Lennon quote, though I’m sure he’d be proud of our imaginative endeavors!

Woeful Soul

Daily writing prompt
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

Welcome the party no one wants to attend. Picture it: me, penniless, just like Job of Old, in a world that is unprepared for my destitute, disrobed debut. Nobody wants to see that, especially me, exposed in this wild modern life!

So, in order to tackle this dilemma, let’s break down my three-pronged strategy for dealing with this “Naked, Not-Yet-Famous, and Very Afraid” mess:

Prong 1: Clothe the Naked

To begin, I need some simple threads. Sure, naked I came into this world, and naked I shall leave, but in the meantime, nobody should be threatened with that much exposure. Did I already mention that? Thankfully, we are blessed with a variety of local thrift stores. At each location, I’ll bargain a deal: a Hawaiian shirt paired, plaid pants, slippers, and socks, in exchange for me channeling the vibe of a fashion-forward influencer on their social media channels. If I can’t be rich, I might as well offer my fashion emergency for marketing clicks. Business owners are always willing to make deals like this, right? Right?

I could become the latest TikTok trend. Just like those guys who provide fashion tips for clicks. I could be the next Effortless Chap, Dapper Daniel, or Clotheshorse Cal. Oh, oh, oh, I’d need to throw in some glow up tips, so maybe I should talk with a gym to secure regular soapy showers.

Prong 2: House the Houseless

Next, my compelling sitcom or reality show pitch: “Lost Stuff, Found Shipping Container.” Once again, it begins with me, broke and stark naked in a world of excess. Nobody wants to see that, especially not me, and I’ve already become a somewhat famous social media thrift store star.

I’d again use my negotiating skills to snag two shipping containers. Then, I’d gather discarded styrofoam for insulation and scavenge other materials to construct a trendy tiny house just outside the toniest landfill. I’d plant daffodils and daisies on my rooftop garden. The internet would document my transformation, and it’d go viral, collecting clicks and a bit of cash along the way.

It’s wild. It’s all about negotiating, about scavenging, and about riding the internet wave. Since life handed me lemons in this scenario, I might as well make a trendy, viral shipping container lemonade stand.

Prong 3: Feed the Hungry

So, I’ve sort of conquered the fashion and shipping container scene, but what about sustenance? A once-naked gardener can’t thrive on clicks alone!

I might begin by employing my social charm to become a connoisseur of free samples, but cheese cubes and pretzel bites won’t sustain in the long run. Back up on my rooftop garden, I’d cultivate a colorful medley of veggies: heirloom tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers that put on a real show and combine for a rather tasty gazpacho, by the way. Let’s not forget a few berry bushes – strawberries tumbling over the sides and raspberries big enough to make a supermarket blush. Throw in some zucchinis ready to conquer the world, and I’ve got the happiest of garden adventures. Who says I can’t be an urban farmer cultivating life-sustaining veggies and berries?

My three-pronged survival strategy for this woeful soul who’s lost it all includes dressing in the finest thrift store finds, building my shipping container kingdom, and becoming the finest rooftop gardener. After all, if life insists on delivering lemons, I might as well find a way to enjoy the lemonade.