Tale Weaver – #251: Jobs

What do I want to be when I grow up?

When I look back and think of all the jobs I have had there are some that I recall with a smile, others I roll my eyes at. In addition to the jobs I have had I still have jobs that I wish I had had or jobs I wish I could still get.

When I was younger my dream job would have been to be like Clarice in Silence of the Lambs, talking to the most disturbed individuals, trying to find some sense it how the brain works. People think I am deranged myself, that I find it absolutely amazing to hear about the f—-ed up things people have done in this world. It is not that I sensationalize the crime, I find it hugely “intriguing” maybe, that a brain can find something okay with something that is so wrong. Anyhow, the last time I wanted to look into joining the FBI I was a new mother and figured that was a dream that would never happen. I still wish I had tried.

My teaching jobs have given me so many memories. So many people that I have worked with , all of the kids I have worked with. Now that I am no longer actively teaching, I think of all the things I still want to teach kids. I was one of those teachers who told kids the world like it was. I wanted kids to realize that there is a life beyond school and all of these years was just getting you ready to be a functioning citizen in society. I would tell students why they didn’t know something or why they weren’t learning something. Kids think if they don’t learn something it means they are dumb. No way! There is something getting in the way! I believe that everyone can learn whatever they want to learn. Find what is blocking that path! I hope that someday one of my former students thinks back and says “Mrs. B was right! I am pretty darn smart when I put my mind to learning something!”

There are other jobs in my repertoire. Waitress, Bartender, Fabric store fabric folder, CVS worker, nursery school teacher, job coach, employment specialist, garden center worker, planter (at a garden center), babysitter, salesperson, teacher, health coach, parent…I’m sure I am forgetting something.

What about now? I want to be an author. I want to be a writer. I want to have children ask their moms, dads, grandmas, Santa, whoever, for my books! I love working with kids. I like educational assessing. I love being a special education advocate. I love bartending. I don’t know what my next job will be. I am working on my writing. I am taking classes to improve it.

What do I want to be when I grow up? I don’t know yet.

Tale Weaver #248 – At the Bottom of the Garden – 7th November

For some reason I can’t even get the picture loaded from a screen shot. I will continue to try. If I don’t the picture is almost of an angel type fairy with lights glowing closer to the ground around her. It is almost eerie, as if she is floating above a misty graveyard. Well, that is my take! Lol!

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Ian’s Wife

Once upon a time in a land far away 

There lived a lady fairy, in wind her dress did sway. 

She had a lovely garden where all seemed new and bright 

The only thing that happened were souls came out at night. 

She stayed to tend her roses and her blossoms bright and pink 

She talked to them to make them grow, ignoring makes them shrink. 

At the bottom of the garden a little tree did grow 

From where her husband lay in death, only she did know. 

He was a sweet and humble man, a kiss for her each day 

He was so sick and fragile the night he passed away. 

And now the fairy wonders if her tree will grow real tall 

For in her garden weeds are few and insects very small. 

Tonight she flies to say hello to her only love in life 

Unable to remember how it was to not be Ian’s wife.  

Tale Weaver # 246 – Eternity – October 24

Eternity Poem 

Some may think the end’s the end 

But listen close to me friend. 

There is much more for us to see 

Don’t forget eternity. 

In life it could be travel to 

A place we want to go. 

In death it could be so much more 

Something we’ll never know. 

So, patience, friend and let me near 

So, I may whisper in your ear 

That I am anxious as are you 

We’ll wait together, just us two.