Gratitude

While I continue to negotiate the flotsam and jetsam of returning to work life, where I alternately feel uplifted by the energy of my students and completely thrashed by what seems like a constant onslaught of details that I will never be able to organize or properly attend to, I’m trying my best to stay present in whatever moment I’m in. That is hard. The Buddha knew what he was talking about when he told his followers that a life of mindfulness was basically impossible to achieve. But my little Buddha-bellied baby seems to know how to embrace the flux of existence with far more grace than I’ve been able to muster lately. The other day she sat in her crib, put her hands on the railing and pulled herself to standing (the first time she did this was actually at a homebrew shop…so Portland of her). Her unabashed delight in the whole process reminded me of the joy of these small pearls of being we’re lucky enough to be able to string together. Thanks Baby Fierce:-)

About jessicaepierce

Jessica Pierce has worked a a farm hand, file clerk, bicycle mechanic and teaching poet. After taking up space every where from the San Joaquin Valley to Arkansas to Boston to Guatemala to India to Oakland, she now lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband, a sitar player, and their two year old daughter. As the lead teacher and language arts teacher at an alternative school outside of Portland, she works with high school students at risk of dropping out. She also teaches summer creative writing classes at St. Mary's Academy in downtown Portland. Her work has been published in the Painted Bridge Quarterly, the Christian Science Monitor weekly magazine, outwardlink.net, The Times of India (Kolkata), and the Northwest Review, which nominated her for Meridian magazine’s 2007 Best New Poets anthology. She’s had the privilege of studying with Rosanna Warren, Dorianne Laux, Pimone Triplett, Sam Witt and Jorie Graham.
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