It has been over a month since I have posted to this blog, and this passing of time should be read as a blessing. In more ways that one, my life is returning to normal. Travel with the family, gardening, running a 5K, the presence of hair. You know, the simple things. I am also resuming full time work, teaching a regular load of classes at Illinois State University in, you guessed it, Normal, Illinois.
Tomorrow I will meet my students and begin teaching my classes, two of which are an introduction to literacy and literacy instruction in elementary classrooms. I will be asking my students (future elementary, special education, and bilingual teachers) to introduce themselves, but I'll be asking them to do so through poetry. It is crucially important for Language Arts teachers to write, even if
they find it uncomfortable or don't yet view themselves as writers. This
is because teaching, like writing, is inseparable from who we are. They
are both human endeavors.
In their book Authors in the Classroom, Alma Flor Ada and Isabel Campoy suggest a writing unit on Affirming the Self, in which Eoise Greenfield's poem "By Myself" is used to prompt and inspire students' own "I Am" poems. So in the spirit of embracing the human endeavor of writing, of poetry, and of good teaching, I have written an "I Am" poem, which I will be sharing with my students tomorrow before asking them to write their own. Here it is:
The Buzz and Flurry of Normal
When I am by myself
And I close my eyes
I am cancer free,
Without demons,
And without trepidation;
Serene.
You see,
Last winter I was a deer,
Surprised and paralyzed
In the headlights of fear.
My mind raced and my body stood still;
Infiltrated and mutilated,
Intoxicated and radiated.
But I sent those demons packing.
Exhilarated, elated,
Now I am rejuvenated;
Grateful to the gods of science
And the buzz and flurry of normal
When I am by myself
And I close my eyes
I am happy
Just to be here.
-Inspired by Eloise Greenfield’s By Myself
I created this blog so that my friends and family can follow updates about my diagnosis, my experiences with treatment, and my recovery. Some of you may be put off by the title. Sorry, but this is not going to be pretty. I claim no particular strength or grace. I may reach for strength and grace on occasion, but those are standards that I will not be beholden to. I expect to cry, laugh, question, scream, analyze, whimper, shout, sob, and swear. And you're invited to join me.
Utterly outstanding!!
ReplyDelete<3, Michelle Sleevar
You never cease to amaze me! It moved me to tears, but happy tears.
ReplyDelete-- Mom
The poem is "a keeper". Thank you for your generosity in sharing so much of yourself and your journey with us.
ReplyDeleteJan
Lara,
ReplyDeleteYet another insightful, moving post. It has been an education to watch how you have handled this challenge with grace, strength, humor, and honesty. We are all immensely fortunate that you chose to take us all along with you on your journey and we are all thrilled that it has taken you to the buzz and flurry of normal.
With sincere thanks.
Lon