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Free Adult Coloring Page!!

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Poetry Analysis of “Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost

https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Poetry-Short-Answer-Response-of-Acquainted-with-the-Night-by-Robert-Frost-9035001

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Help your self to my free high school level poetry analysis activity! Download today on Teacher Pay Teachers!

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Welcome to the fascinating and calming world of labyrinth walking!

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The calming world of labyrinth walking!

Welcome to the fascinating and calming world of labyrinth walking! Labyrinths have been used for centuries as a tool for contemplation, reflection, and spiritual enrichment. In this blog post, we will explore what labyrinth walking is, how you can get started with it yourself, and why it is an excellent practice for cultivating mindfulness. 

Labyrinth walking is a meditative practice that involves slowly navigating through the paths of a carefully designed maze-like structure in order to achieve a state of inner peace or clarity. The circular patterns within the labyrinth create an intricate journey that encourages one to focus on their thoughts without distraction, while also allowing them to release any stress, worries or anxieties they may be feeling. 

History of Labyrinths: 

The use of labyrinths dates back to ancient times, with the oldest surviving examples found in Egypt and Crete. Throughout history, labyrinths have been used for a variety of purposes, such as spiritual contemplation or pilgrimage and divination. In more recent centuries, they’ve become increasingly popular among those looking to incorporate mindfulness into their lives. Today, these intricate pathways are being adopted by people from all walks of life - whether it be for therapeutic purposes or simply just as an enjoyable activity within nature!

The Benefits Of Labyrinth Walking For Mindfulness: 

Mindfulness practices like Labrinth walking help us become more aware of our thoughts while increasing our ability to pay attention on purpose so that we can truly listen deeply into ourselves, which leads us towards understanding who we really are underneath all life’s stresses and worries; by taking part regularly in mindful activities such as these, not only do we gain greater mental clarity but also come closer towards achieving inner peace - something which has greatly benefitted those that choose participate further upon this wonderful practice!

Famous Labyrinths: 

Throughout history, many labyrinths have been constructed for a range of purposes. The most famous labyrinths include the Cretan Labyrinth in Knossos, Greece, which is connected to the Greek mythology of the Minotaur; Chartres Cathedral’s Labyrinth in France which was built as an aid to pilgrimage and meditation; and even some contemporary versions such as those found in parks or gardens across various countries around the world!

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Arming Teachers to Kill Active Shooters

Let’s fight for better mental health funding!! Well, as we know teacher unions have very little power here in Texas.  I think for most of us, these " extra duty" changes start as small extenuating circumstances of feeding. clothing, housing students etc, and then over time become an expectation by the public that those are expected parts of the job.  I love my students but I love my own family more, and I want all of us to go home at the end of the day.  The idea in 10 or 20 years that teachers are expected to be body guards that lay down our lives for people's kids is frightening as I am here to be an English teacher and am studying to be a counselor, not take a life or snuff mine out.  I will engage in non-violent protest and any activism as will many of my friends.  I did NOT sign up for the decision of whether to take a life.  Thank God that when Pasadena here at Rayburn HS put us through ALICE training for active shooters we were given a better approach than just whipping out my own pistol.  I love how people who never have to face this say that pulling my pistol will scare off a homicidal maniac with an AR15 due to noise.  More like will call attention to the students behind me while we are trying to run.  The idea of training an English teacher for a running firefight sounds ludicrous and I am so glad that the Pasadena ISD school police are SWAT trained and have our backs with a better measure of training, skills and equipment. We can all agree better mental health help and funding are needed!

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The Power of the Still Small Voice

I visited Al-Anon again to observe and listen to the stories being told.  Four ladies were present and the group lasted for an hour and a half total.  I heard stories.  As a client in this group setting, I would imagine being able to realize I was not alone in the community.  The hidden feelings of shame, worry and spiritual hope being brought out into open discussion might make me feel encouraged to move forward.  

          I learned how important it is to have a group with a set of standards and procedures to adhere to in order to provide for the well-being of all members and increase the effectiveness of the leadership.  Everyone has something to give and take away from these meetings no matter their background.  I felt this group was an effective, low cost alternative to someone who cannot afford private therapy, or wants to augment any treatment they are already receiving.

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Ode to the West Wind by  PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

II

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,

Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

On the blue surface of thine aëry surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

III

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou

For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!

IV

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free

Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

V

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!

And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

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Invictus by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Out of the night that covers me,      Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be      For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance      I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance      My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears      Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years      Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate,      How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate,      I am the captain of my soul.