Joy @ MindSay

I was just sitting at my computer, updating my 'references' list on the teachnyc.net website to include an old cooperating teacher instead of a site supervisor, and I was thinking, "man, I just want to live in Brooklyn and work on the Lower East Side", because I'm so stressed out not having a job and the idea of living up here all year long without a job and feeling like a total, complete loser makes me want to cry, and the phone rings.

It's Janelle.  From The Children's Workshop School.  A.K.A. one of the best schools in Manhattan/NYC.  Insideschools.org agrees: Children's Workshop Review. It was one of the schools below where I student taught (it's on the 2nd and 3rd floors, and my school was the 5th), and one of the first schools I sent my resume out to when I started the process.  They want me to zip down to New York for an interview on Thursday night with their hiring committee.

I cannot put into words how excited I am!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!!!!!!



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Also, I found this on Craig's List yesterday, and considered it:

Sailing Nanny

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Reply to: job-776498573@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-07-30, 4:55PM EDT

Dear MindSay,

 

I know it's been a long time. I don't know how to break the ice with my own blog, so I'll post a short video of my son, Jeff, and his new wife, Denise, at the wedding.

 

Denise's mother played the violin solo for the ceremony. I performed the ceremony, and you will see two little girls, my youngest granddaughters, as the flower girls. Then there is an older girl, 14 now, Coralynn, in the yellow dress and blonde hair sitting at the guest book table. My oldest son, Michael, is in the wedding party, and you'll notice him steal something out of his brother's pocket. My brother, Peter the RN, affectionately known as madforpho is in the wedding party: he's the handsome bald one with the beard! My daughter, Julia, is the beautiful lady with long dark hair, taking a picture of someone else. Her husband, my son-in-law, Jason, is the tall handsome guy who walks to the end of the front row just as the ceremony begins. Hunter, my step-son, is the one standing next to me under the awning just prior to the ceremony, and of course the lovely bride and groom walked themselves down the aisle at the end. I didn't realize, for all the tears in my eyes, that Jocelynn and Denise were holding hands just at the beginning of the ceremony. I can tell you that one look at my husband's misty eyes and quivering chin, and I choked up right away. Jeff, fortunately, blocked my Captain from my sight so I could continue, though we three - Jeff, Denise and I, had a time keeping from busting out in tears anyway. It was an awesome and lovely event, and I am so happy to have my new daughter, Denise.

 

Rev. Cathian

 

 

My true love is a black cat...  And here he is giving me a hug.  Yes.  This isn't a photoshopped picture.  Mr. Tommy Snuggles the Midnight Angel likes to give people hugs and kisses!  If you came for a visit, he'd greet you the same.  Because Mr. Snuggles is a heart healer.  Some animals are gifts to us from the Gods.

 

My sour mood is broken for, say, at least several months now, thanks to being reunited with the cat I rescued.  Yes, you heard it right!  Mr. Snuggles is my baby now.  Kristina had to move after she got accepted into a new apartment where she can't have pets.  I assured her that all will be well, that the cat will not be lonely since I work at home as a cartoonist and, while I'm drawing he'll sit next to me just like he did the weekend before when I was watching over him.  He has been a great companion so far.  Distracting me from any despair that dare creep in!

 

Last night I did some house cleaning.  Poor kitty went wild!  I think he might've thought I was playing with him as I swept the floor free of paper debris (paper and plastic garbage tends to accumiliate in my apartment like rabbits) because crumpled paper seems to be his favorite toy.

 

I also found out that my friend Miya was right (always trust a priestess of Bast to tell you secrets about your cats), Mr. Snuggles' first given name was "Tommy" and he was named after The Who musical of the same name.  He comes to me when I sing: "Tommy, can you see me?  Tommy can you feel me?"  Too cute, eh?  Kristina gave him the name "Mr. Snuggles" after she adopted him from the humane society because she felt that Tommy was too common of a name for him, but, hey, the kitty answers to that name more.  But, yes, his spirit is definitely a "Mr. Snuggles!"

 

I'm so happy. 

Life is amazing, isn't it...

 

How inept we are at directing the course of our emotions,

and yet, we try,

as tho' we have power to control each and every impulse at it's source.

 

Among all life's lessons,

I've learned the sheer lunacy of thinking in terms of 'possessing' anything or anyone.

Neither am I inundated with the spirit of grief, jealousy, envy or greed.

 

My grasp is loose and gentle and I let go with ease, 

relishing the joy

of having touched

at all.

 

 

lovespirit

Whirling dervish

-noun Islam

 

A member of a Turkish order of dervishes, or Sufis, whose ritual consists in part of a highly stylized whirling dance.

 

Whirling dervish 2

Noun

 

A dervish whose actions include ecstatic dancing and whirling

 

 

A tear silently wends its way down my cheek

As I flow in and out of the ebb and tide

Of the music in my imagination

 

Arms akimbo, I flit from pillar to post

Knowing that at this moment

I am free to be the “me” I am inside

 

Like a newborn chick, trying out her wings

I stretch and let my inhibitions fly

Upward, upon wings of love

 

The whirling dervish within the depths of my soul

Is enthralled in ecstatic twirling

As I bring praise to my king

 

A smile threatens to cut into the deep crevices

Of the weatherworn crags of my face

As I feel the warmth of his smile

 

He embraces me and I know subconsciously

That his love is unconditional

And that this is just the start…

 

Bonniegirl April 8, 2008