Music for Cats??????

Music for Cats??????

I couldn’t believe that my cats were actually listening to this music. Their heads were keeping time as they looked this way and that way. There are three clips. This is the one my cats were responding to:

The BayouWarrior Welcomes The Tibetan Monks

me n monk Monk sand manadala

Yes! Right here along the Bayou we had a magnificent event! It was a very well kept secret. Secrets have always shown themselves to the BayouWarrior.

I received my invitation through a whisper. I have seen many impossible things. It is my birthright as well as a gift bestowed on me at the Warrior Ceremony during Harvest Moon on the grounds where Jean Lafitte buried his largest stash of gold.

Imagine my surprise to witness the construction as well as the desecration of a Sand Mandala. I also heard the sounds of many ceremonial instruments that were unknown to me. I listened to scared chants that rivaled the sounds of the haunted bayou spirits.

I was so enthralled that I did not notice the gaze of someone’s eyes upon me as they began to move towards me. I turned to the pathway that seem to open on my side. I tensed and warily planted my feet. I realized that I had lapsed in keeping up my guard. It was a friend! It was a wonderful friend from eons ago. It was she, Helen, that was moving towards me with steps that carried the light, energy and sounds of the monks. How could this be?

I began to understand how Helen could walk with the spirit of the monks. She was responsible for escorting them from Tibet to South Louisiana. She had worked alongside of them and knew them. What a magnificent treat! As we talked, I related the fact that I had just been introduced to chanting in the fall and had been researching the implications of spirituality in ancient eastern religions. I explained that last year I read a book called Quantum Theology written by a priest. This book joined science and religion in a way that validated both subjects. Finally, someone had written words that brought me solace. It cleared away all of the “whys” of science that have bothered me up until this time. It opened the doorway to spirituality.

At the end of our conversation, Helen asked if I would be interested in accompanying a group from Tulane in October to live and work alongside these monks in Tibet. I responded, “I am honored”.

The BayouWarrior

Dragon Boat Race Along the Bayou

A perfect day, a perfect race! It was seventy degrees with a light breeze and lily pads sprinkled along the bayou banks. I listened to shrieks of glee from excited children all set to the cries of “Pull”!


As soon as my world traveling mentor gets back to South Louisiana, I angling to learn how to put a photo in! I keep copying and pasting, but nothing is happening.

A Spring Orchestra Today

A Spring Orchestra Today

What a treat! Today’s chapel theme was Choices. The teachers responsible for this month’s chapel services had delivered presentations on choices, struggles and intelligent mistakes. Our music classes are taught by a local symphony member who was nominated for a Grammy Award this year. She has taught students from second grade and up Ukelele lessons. Many students are also taking violin classes. We had seen our headmistress trudge over to the music building for her cello lessons many times.

Imagine our delight as our headmistress turned into “Ninja Musician”. She proceeded to share her struggles over making the right choice about daily practicing. She explained why each day brought its share of reasons not to practice. She demonstrated that persistence in overcoming any obstacles impeding the importance of practice had been waylaid. She treated us with an inspiring performance of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

Next, we heard the sounds of a large vehicle slow in front of our chapel. The doors opened to present ten students from the upper middle school located in the neighboring town. They came with a bass, violins and a wide array of other instruments. They played and enthralled everyone with the beautiful notes emanating from the altar. All of our smart little scholars were filled with questions. Every question was treated with great respect answered along the lines of making the right choice. Everyone was quiet as we ambled back to class. All teachers were aware that little minds were pondering the important fact that everyone struggles with choices, especially when it comes to practicing. What a wonderful day!

Epiphany… Enlightenment… Understanding

I think I finally understand the difference between arts integration and arts enhancement. My last observation included a checklist of the characteristics of arts integration.  The sequence of my lesson was as follows:

Vocabulary : Rhythm and Patteren

Identify rhyming sounds within spelling words

Identify patterns of skip counting in math

spelling words  to poem

poem to song

presenting song to class while others kept  the beat by patting our thighs

cartoon strip with dialogue of the song including a prequel and sequel frame to paragraph explaining cartoon strip.

 paragraph explaining the cartoon strip

I think if I had played a song first and then just used the words from the song to continue the lesson, it would have been arts integration. What do you think? I only have ½ hour and finished on the stroke of the hour. I could have had them write the story during center time. I also could extend the lesson to the next day by having the students act out the cartoon strip and have the class evaluate what the poem was about. Any ideas?

Such a little thing, such a BIG compliment!

My principal was completing a walk-through observation in my second grade classroom. She never critiques or suggests.  She reserves all judgement. She is quiet and introspective. She is always available to discuss the implementation of new methods. In other words, she always is there for you.

Today, I was instructing my students about a new measurement center. I asked for two volunteers to model what would happen if both students choose the same object and came to an impasse. The students role played and then brainstormed strategies as a group.

Later, my principal and I happened to be in the xerox room together. She turned to me and totally stopped what she was doing. She looked me straight in the eye and complimented my methods. It was so very wonderful and heartfelt. I am blessed.

The BayouWarrior

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I was soooo close!

Okay… I didn’t write yesterday

Husband sick and in Panama, daughter in town from college for 24 hours and report cards were due at 8:00 this morning.

I had so much to say too… it is late… nite!

I can’t believe I was so close to the end of the month!