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Heart Slam April 29, 2011

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My son’s kindergarten class gathered at a local coffee shop this week for Room 2’s First Annual Poetry Slam. His teacher blows me away with her creativity, enthusiasm, vision and big, big heart.

You can bet your dollar there weren’t many dry eyes gathered in the coffee shop. What a big deal to get up at age five or six in front of a microphone, introduce yourself and recite a poem, which most created on their own.

One student, didn’t want to get up there at all. She found little comfort in her friends sitting in front of her or her mother by her side. With a big breath she softly spoke the beautiful words she penned about her little brother growing in her mother’s belly and how she loved him before she met him. The teacher said them loudly for us all to hear. Like I said, not many dry eyes in the house. Like a true poet she wasn’t boasting or bragging she was timid as she shared her heart.

When it was my son’s turn at the mike I hollered to the coffee shop owner, who knows me as “the gal who orders French press with room for cream”, That’s my boy. My Simon is the one at the mike. I hollered it like a true parent boasting and bragging not timid at all about sharing the love and joy I was feeling in my heart.

Some speak their heart softly, some with the volume turned up high.

by J.G. McGlothern


Holy Days April 28, 2011

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The best holidays are the ones that linger like a sweet perfume on an old sweater. Even after days of hanging in the closet the scent and all the memories it congers cling to your heart, awakening joy within.

Last week was Holy Week and I’m still taking the sweater out of the closet to breathe in the sweet fragrance.

There are rituals of Holy Week that I love and that offer depth, insight and connection to my relationship with God, an awakening to my relationships with others.

I call Holy Thursday, “Foot Washing Thursday.” My little family and I go to our small Catholic Church where we gather with others to celebrate the first of the Holy Days. Basins of fresh water, piles of white towels, pitchers of more water to refill are set up at stations.

I remember last year watching my son’s small hands wash his daddy’s feet. Awkward, unsure at first what this was all about, what exactly was he supposed to be doing. A simple act, yet intimate and personal, washing of another’s feet, witnessing their vulnerability, their imperfections. Offering tenderness, our own vulnerability and receiving generosity, grace.

My husband, not comfortable with this sort of thing, was relaxed under the care of his son’s hands. Tiny hands rubbing the calloused heels of the man who loves him so much. If it were someone else lined up to wash his feet, my husband would have stayed in the pew.

This year my son whispered to me in line, waiting our turn for the wash basin, Can I wash sister’s feet?

I immediately stepped behind my son, so he was standing behind sister. Inside I was beaming.  Ten minutes earlier they were on each other’s nerves and I had to position myself between them in the pew.

When it was our turn to walk up to the alter to an open station Simon’s hands, now bigger than last year, washed Margaret’s soft feet with all the love a younger brother has for an older sister. I knelt beside him, offering a towel.

Mama, you’re crying, he said, taking the towel from me and drying sister’s feet.

Oh, yes I was crying, but it was the sweet, salty tasting tears that linger even after you wash your face and put away the Easter decorations.

by J.G. McGlothern


Look at Me April 27, 2011

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Monday’s Random Thought April 25, 2011

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We tell ourselves these storiesI’m too fat, I’m not smart enough, I don’t have a creative bone in my body, I should have this, I should be that and as we’re busy and completely distracted with these stories…we ignore the gifts in front of us, the beauty in the mess, the perfection in our imperfect lives.

by J.G. McGlothern


Monday’s Random Thought April 18, 2011

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Holding your breath is a lot harder than breathing. It’s amazing how many times during the day I will catch myself holding my breath. Today I am going to try and catch myself breathing, letting go, exhale, inhale…more than holding it all in.

I’m curious to see what will happen.

J.G. McGlothern


Wings April 14, 2011

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I wrote this poem after my daughter’s discovery yesterday. A bitter sweet moment of discovery for me as well. My nine year old growing up, I want to cling to the past, but seeing the changes is a thing of beauty.  And all over a little thing called a tooth fairy. 

She left a quarter under my pillow,

Daddy got one too.

Her way of saying she knows.

A hand written note for both, telling of

Her love, showing her gratitude, proving that she

Is growing up.

Even though she knows, I will still leave her coins

under her pillow when she loses number eleven.

Fairy dust will still scatter for twelve and thirteen.

Only now

I will shed a silent tear when she smiles




My sweet bird with new wings.

by J.G. McGlothern


Monday’s Random Thought April 11, 2011

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Turn off the noise in your brain.

That’s what the yoga instructor said today in class.  Flat on our backs paying attention to our breath. Only our breath. Now just relax and turn off the noise in your brain, she said it like all we had to do was spread warm butter on a piece of bread.

Turn off the noise in your brain.

I usually can’t find the dial.

by J.G. McGlothern