The ancient 500 foot rock formations at Vedauwoo recreation area were created by wind, ice, and water. Vedauwoo (an Arapahoe word meaning “land of earthborn spirits”) is about a ten minute drive from the University of Wyoming in Laramie and a favorite stargazing spot. The enormous granite rocks are at an altitude of 8,200 feet, the views from these formations are breathtaking. Overlooking dense pine trees directly below and endless plains under the wide open Wyoming skies, you can see up to seventy miles south. It is a place of profound beauty.

A car was important at the University of Wyoming for weekend trips to ski areas, John Denver concerts in Colorado, and nearby hiking spots. My Mom gave me the family station wagon, a 1971 copper colored Mercury Marquis, an eight passenger behemoth. No roof ski rack was needed, two rows of seats down for skis and poles with plenty of room for passengers. That car was a like an armored tank that could comfortably reach speeds over ninety miles an hour on Wyoming’s pristine, unpopulated highways.

My friends and I would make plans for the weekend while eating dinner in our dorm’s cafeteria. A favorite Friday destination was Vedauwoo, to watch the sun setting. The sky in Wyoming is so big, especially at Vedauwoo, that we felt that we could reach out and touch the universe. Winter snow was rarely a problem, the Mercury had studded snow tires, but most of the snow would blow down to Colorado anyway. We’d park, climb a lower rock and watch the sun become a blazing ball of fire against the purple sky. It wasn’t long after sunset that the stars came out, it was like fireworks on the Fourth of July, we’d ooh and ahhh at every new constellation’s appearance. The piece de resistance was the Milky Way, it truly looked like the Greek myth where the Goddess Hera had sprayed milk across the sky.

While living in Coronado, California, on clear nights in the winter, my small children and I would walk across “the Strand” to catch the sunset. We’d climb to the top of a sand dune and watch the huge orange disk plop into the ocean. Afterwards, we’d lazily slide down the dune, bathed in nautical twilight, the afterglow of the sun below the horizon providing enough golden light to see our way home. The lights from the Naval Amphibious Base would greet us after navigating the darkened beach surroundings.

Waikiki was the perfect spot for sunsets, walking on the beach, the silhouette of Diamond Head in the distance made the energy of the sun setting magical. Driving over the Malkus bridge while the sun sets here in Cambridge is always a gift. The skyline here is different than Wyoming, California, and Hawaii but the sun setting over the Choptank River gives the same vibrant colors and fills my mind with dreams of the stars. My husband and I have spent many beautiful nights star gazing from the hot tub on our deck. Matt learned the constellations as a child from his Navy pilot Dad. We are always thrilled when the stars are clearly visible, but the best was the night a skein (flying) of snow geese flew over with the Big and Little Dippers as a backdrop.

I have been lucky to live my life with the gifts of the sky, nature’s treasures. Every sunset is a memory that made an impact on me, a powerful symbol of closure and renewal. Watching that golden orb gracefully bid farewell to the day allowed me to be fully present in that moment. Years ago, sitting on that dune in Coronado, I didn’t know that I was “grounding” with the earth. The calming effects that the combination of the sand, the ocean, and the sunset had on my children and me were profound, a quiet moment of wonder and joy.

This first week of the New Year I learned a new term, “glimmer.” “Glimmers” are those moments in the day that make you feel joy, peace, happiness, or gratitude. Once you are aware of “glimmers” they will appear more and more. I’m now on the look out for “glimmers.” The surprise snow on Friday evening was a glimmer, I love snow, especially while sitting in our hot tub.

“Onward and Upward,” was an idiom used often by my Dad, usually when something challenging had befallen our family. According to thefreedictionary.com, “onward and upward” is an expression that is defined as “something you say in order to encourage someone to forget an unpleasant experience or failure and to think about the future instead.” “Onward and Upward,” coined by C.S. Lewis in book five of the Narnia series is believed to be the adoption of a position that requires optimism, empathy, and curiosity.

To optimists, the future is believed to always be the place at which, when we arrive, everything will be alright. The future may be a quest to define conditions and circumstances in which we want to happily live forever. Adoption of “onward and upward,” spurs us to ask, “what can I do now to improve my situation?” Optimists evaluate conditions that are intense, emotional, or disappointing as something you are passing through, rather than something that is chronic or never ending. In other words, optimists see the positive side of things. They expect things to turn out well. According to Martin Seligman in his book, Learned Optimism, to adopt optimism for the long term, one must possess and display empathy.

Empathy is the ability to choose to respond rather than react, to understand and share the feelings of others. “How would I feel if this was happening to me? and What can I do to help?” are examples of how empathetic people focus on other people. When we concentrate on how others interpret a situation, it sheds light on the best approach to help the adoption of, “onward and upward.”

Jeff Naylor, CEO of SIRF Roundtables states that an optimistic outlook promotes curiosity, offering a positive approach to uncertainty, which is empowering in facing the future. Optimism and curiosity are necessary bedfellows for bringing about change. Optimism promotes the desired solutions and curiosity creates the foundation for those solutions. Optimists tend to have naturally curious minds, are open to learning, embrace new perspectives, and welcome novel ideas.

Iyanla Vanzant, author of Peace from Broken Pieces, suggests living well today, in this exact moment. We need to be joyful, peaceful, and grateful for what we have and what we are doing right now. When we do things that keep us feeling alive and hopeful, we learn to look forward to a brighter and better future. Vanzant appreciates our fear of the unknown, she recommends acknowledging that fear, accepting it, and walking through it with confidence.

In setting intentions for 2025, there’s a trend where you choose a word or theme to sum up what you want the next twelve months to hold. In contrast to a resolution, a one-word theme leaves room for creativity, whimsy, and fun. Compared to a resolution, a one-word theme is easier to keep uppermost in your mind so it can guide your actions through the year. To pick your own theme, pay attention to a word or concept that resonates with you. Your word might be a noun, an adjective, or a verb. There aren’t any rules when choosing as long as the word is meaningful to you.

With a nod to my Dad, I have chosen “onward and upward’ as my theme for 2025, continuing to move forward, rather than dwelling on negative experiences.

Yule, also known as Winter Solstice, is a traditional festival celebrated by many cultures, particularly those with Pagan or Germanic roots. It marks the longest night and shortest day of the year, typically around December 21st of 22nd in the Northern Hemisphere. Yule has both modern and historical significance, blending ancient traditions with contemporary practices. Historically, Yule is about the battle between darkness and light.

Celebrations honor the rebirth of the sun. Evergreen trees, holly, ivy, and mistletoe symbolize birth and renewal. These plants are still used to decorate homes during the Yule season. The return of the sun symbolizes hope, renewal, and the triumph of light over darkness. Yule emphasizes the cyclical nature of life and the interconnection between humans and the Earth. Yule is celebrated worldwide by diverse communities, as a part of their religious practice or as a way to connect with nature and the rhythms of the Earth.

The other key symbols of Yule include bells, which ward off evil spirits and welcome positive energies, and reindeer, sacred animals in Pagan mythology that symbolize strength and survival.

Wyoming History is taught in the fourth grade, it was that year that I learned that reindeer do exist, they migrate to Wyoming from Canada in search of food and habitat. These reindeer, often called Caribou travel up to 840 miles between seasonal ranges, which is a record for long distance migration in North America. Reindeer have incredible endurance due to their large hearts, which carry them further and in harsher environments than any other land animal. They can sprint up to fifty miles per hour and travel twenty miles per hour over long distances. A newborn reindeer is on its feet in minutes and can run as fast as an Olympic sprinter, only a half hour after birth.

Reindeer were a big part of our science curriculum the last week of school before the holiday break. We learned that in summer, reindeer eat a particular red and white mushroom called Amanita Muscaria that grows beneath cedar and birch trees. The Amanita Muscaria is the iconic toadstool portrayed in the Mario video games that Mario eats to “power-up.” This mushroom is poisonous to humans but not deadly. In winter, reindeer feed on Lichen, also called reindeer moss.

Reindeer are the only deer species to be covered in hair from their hooves to their noses. The hair on their nose helps to warm incoming cold air before it enters their lungs. Reindeer have a great sense of smell which helps in food foraging and locating danger.

There is aerial footage of a “reindeer cyclone” on YouTube that shows a reindeer stampede, a defense strategy to confuse predators. The herd of reindeer running counter clockwise protects the does and fawns who run in the middle of the cyclone, making it almost impossible to target an individual.

Reindeer are the only deer species to be widely domesticated, they are used as draft animals to pull heavy loads.

Santa’s reindeer were first mentioned in 1821 when New York printer William Gilley published a sixteen page booklet for children titled, “A New Year’s Present to the Little Ones from Five to twelve.” Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was created by Robert L. May in 1939 as a booklet for Montgomery Ward. The retailer had been buying and giving children little booklets each year and decided that creating their own story was more cost effective. Historians believe that Robert L. May knew about reindeer eating Amanita Muscaria and that gave him the idea for Rudolph’s red nose. All reindeer noses actually are a little red due to densely packed blood vessels, which helps them survive some of the harshest conditions on earth. Rudolph is loved by all, he is a unique individual, who despite the ridicule and isolation in the beginning of the story, his red nose helped him save Christmas. Rudolph’s story embodies the American dream for every child, the ability to express and receive approval for his or her individuality and special qualities.

The Wyoming Game and Fish Department has prohibited anyone from bringing reindeer into the state without a permit. Although he hasn’t been caught in the act, the NORAD Santa tracker has documented Kringle and his team of reindeer flying over the Cowboy State every year for nearly six decades. Santa Claus is known across the world as Father Christmas, St. Nicholas, and Kris Kringle. If the authorities in Wyoming catch up with him, he might need another alias.

Two of the third floor bedrooms in my house have slowly become the “land that time forgot,” they are the dumping spot (storage) for seasonal items, unwanted toys, clothes, furniture, and family keepsakes. If my daughter, Cece needs an item for a play that she is doing “props” or costumes for, we trudge up to the third floor to have a look. The third floor is an adventure for my grandchildren, they love the thrill of the search. Toys and antique beds with puffy comforters are very inviting.

I’ve read that today’s young adults don’t want “hand me down” antiques such as silver and china. Polishing silver is a huge drag and is the main reason that my silver collection resides in “pacific” cloth bags on shelves in a room on my third floor. My grandfather was a collector of unusual silver pieces such as egg warmers that are egg shaped, spoons for everything under the sun, and muffineers, which are powdered sugar shakers. My vitrine (glass display table) held a tiny silver tea service, silver thimbles, and silver baby rattles that are definitely not safe with tiny bells and whistles jingling.

One shelf on the third-floor houses monogrammed linen tablecloths and napkins for formal dinners and casual Bridge Club luncheons. These are stiffly resting in their box, corners still secured with safety pinned identification tags from the dry cleaner. The students at my school are performing a Nativity Play this week and one in a set of formal dinner napkins was perfect for Baby Jesus’ swaddling clothes, the safety pin perfectly holding it all together.

Cece’s trunk from high school rests under a sleeping bag and a stack of baskets. With great anticipation last fall, we opened the trunk in search of Cece’s collection of Playbills. Cece planned to place each Playbill under the glass on the conference room table at the Factory. That trunk, with the sides artfully decoupaged, contains treasures that document her teenage trials and tribulations. A pink telephone-shaped address book and a leather-bound book of Shakespeare’s plays were lying on top. Cece was thrilled to find her twenty-year-old knee-high stiletto boots, which were still in perfect shape. Those boots became part of Cece’s costume as Tapehead in the final installment of playwright Casey Rauch’s StageFright. The playbills and boots went to The Factory, and the telephone-shaped address book was safely commandeered by seven-year-old Winnie, who found the book silly but useful to keep her own records.

During a phone call last week, my sister announced that she had made the decision to sell her house. Intending to move from a five-bedroom house to a one-bedroom apartment, she had begun de-cluttering by hiring a service to box up items that she hadn’t used for years and donate them to people in need. She asked my opinion about her silver collection, she no longer entertains formally and her children aren’t interested. After much discussion, we agreed that finding a buyer for her antique silver was the best option. After all, these are just “things” despite the years of memories that are held in each piece.

Unfortunately, last week there was a fire in the studio directly above the main home of The Factory in the Brookletts Building. Luckily, the building had a sprinkler system so everyone is safe and the building is intact but the damage from the ash infused water raining through the ceiling is devastating. Cece has been allowed to go in to retrieve her computer and cameras. The Factory housed her personal work office, was a rehearsal space, and contained every costume that Marie U’Ren then Kate Levy carefully curated for many years. There is a layer of soot on everything in The Factory, but the hope is that some articles may be salvageable. It is my goal that those of us who appreciate the cultural and historical value of these costumes and props will come together and support Cece and her team at @thefactoryartsproject for the future of the arts.

If you’ve ever seen a play at The Avalon Theater in Easton, you’ve seen the many brilliant, one of a kind pieces that bring a play to life, made by Artist, Maggii Sarfaty. The loss of these works of art are a brutal blow to the theater community on The Eastern Shore. Please visit @maggisarfatyfineart for a glimpse of Maggi’s genius.

Heirlooms and antiques hold immense value, not only for their monetary value but also for the rich history and emotional significance they carry. These cherished items often serve as tangible connections to our past, preserving family traditions, memories, and stories across generations. Antiques reflect the craftsmanship, design, and culture of their time, offering a glimpse into history that modern reproductions cannot replicate. Keepsakes and heirlooms can foster a sense of identity and belonging, as they are often saturated with personal meaning. Antiques also contribute to sustainability by promoting the reuse of high quality, enduring items making them meaningful and timeless.

Holiday traditions around the world highlight the diversity of human cultures. I recently read an article about the tradition in Iceland of giving books as gifts on Christmas Eve. Families put on their new pajamas and head to bed early to read their new books. I intend to include this as a new tradition with my family this year.

I’ve continued many of my family’s Christmas traditions every year. My Mom made an Advent calendar that we add candy canes to and hang every December first. Many of the ornaments on our tree were handmade by my children or were collected on family vacations. Decorating the tree is always a delightful walk “down memory lane.”

The “Christmas pickle” was an addition years ago and is a fun hiding game for everyone, especially the first person to find it, they are supposed to receive a bonus gift and have good luck throughout the year.

Many years ago, a family friend gave us a spider tree ornament and shared the beautiful story from a Polish tradition. Spiders, according to legend, wove a blanket for Baby Jesus. In Poland, spiders are thought to be symbols of goodness and prosperity. The last year of buying a freshly cut Christmas tree, my husband was sitting near the tree and just happened to see movement out of the corner of his eye. That movement was the hatching of thousands of tiny baby spiders. We told ourselves that the hatchlings were good luck for the holiday season but we felt bad about disturbing the spiders’ habitat in winter and bought an artificial tree the next year.

We have always had several mushroom ornaments on our tree through the years. I have collected so many that the mushrooms now have their own little tree. Without knowing it while collecting, I learned that mushrooms are also considered good luck in the German culture. Found in forests, mushrooms are associated with the reverence of nature and beauty. Finding a mushroom in a forest is like finding a lucky penny-good fortune is surely right around the corner.

During one visit to London during Thanksgiving years ago, we were introduced to the greeting, “Happy Christmas.” While people don’t know exactly how this phrase started in England, people do know that King George V said it in 1932 during his first royal Christmas radio message.

While Christmas isn’t a traditional holiday in Japan, it has become a widely celebrated occasion. One unique tradition is enjoying a meal from Kentucky Fried Chicken. Thanks to an advertising campaign in the 1970’s, millions of Japanese families enjoy KFC for their Christmas feast, sometimes ordering weeks in advance. Not only is Colonel Sanders now synonymous with Santa Claus, but KFC in Japan now sells Christmas-themed “party barrels” to celebrate the day. The barrels include salad, cake, and lots of fried chicken.

The Christmas “cracker” has been a part of my Christmas Eve dinner for as long as I can remember. The brightly wrapped tube which contains a paper crown, a joke, and a prize is a festive table decoration. The crackers make a popping sound when opened. The tradition of wearing festive hats at parties is believed to date back to Roman times. Tom Smith, a bon-bon maker in London invented the “cracker” in 1847 out of necessity during a slump in candy sales. A Christmas cracker is the subject of one of Norman Rockwell’s iconic cover art for The Saturday Evening Post in 1919.

The holiday season is time of joy, connection, and celebration across the globe. While Christmas is one of the most widely recognized holidays, different cultures infuse this time of year with unique customs and traditions. While rooted in the story of Christ’s birth, Christmas traditions have evolved to include customs that blend religious, cultural, and local influences.

“ Black Friday” has evolved in meaning and impact over the years, initially referring to calamitous days. The most significant “Black Friday” to date was in 1869 when two financiers attempted to corner the gold market. Fortunes were made and lost on that day.

In 1951, “Black Friday” referred to the practice of workers calling in sick the day after Thanksgiving, in order to have a four day weekend.

Black Friday is currently the first Friday after Thanksgiving and is considered the first and busiest shopping day of the season. The term “ Black Friday” was coined in the 1980’s and refers to the point where retailers begin to make a profit; “in the black.” Black Friday uses promotional sales to draw large crowds and this year, Black Friday has been observed for a couple of weeks.

According to Encyclopedia Britannica, “Black Friday” was a phrase used by police officers in Philadelphia to describe the chaos that resulted when large numbers of suburban tourists came into the city to begin their holiday shopping. The huge crowds created a headache for the police, who worked longer shifts than usual as they dealt with traffic jams, accidents, and shoplifting.

Thanksgiving’s relationship with Christmas shopping led to controversy in the 1930’s. Stores were hesitant to advertise Christmas sales before Thanksgiving but needed a longer shopping season. In 1939, President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued a proclamation declaring the third Thursday of November as Thanksgiving. FDR believed that changing the date would boost the economy by creating an extra seven days of Christmas shopping. This date change led to protest by the mayor of Atlantic City who coined the term “Franksgiving.” In 1941, FDR and Congress moved Thanksgiving back to the fourth Thursday of November.

The New York Times recent survey about “Black Friday” showed that the majority of readers did not intend to shop on the day. Many readers lamented that it no longer felt like a unique event because sales continue throughout the year. Readers also suggested supporting small, local businesses rather than big-box retailers.

I must admit that I did shop online on “Black Friday,” I have had my eye on a flannel duvet cover that was very pricey. The sale price was worth the wait, I got it for 50% off.

When my children were little, I loved shopping, especially for their Christmas stockings. I would keep a list and buy any items throughout the year that were on that list. I have never been a fan of crowded malls. Eventually, the best gifts were the Christmas holiday spent together.

My parents would shop in Denver or New York City for Christmas. Our gifts from FAO Schwartz were incredible, one year we received child sized Lincoln Logs so we could construct our own cabin. Another year it was a skating rink in our backyard. I have photos of my brothers the year they received a child sized Gemini space capsule with astronaut costumes. Pogo sticks and stilts and other sports equipment were included as we got older. I remember my first desk and the phonograph with the Glen Campbell album that I was given in fourth grade. Our family photo albums illustrate the years of Barbie’s, Chatty Cathy dolls, and GIJoes.

We had a big storeroom in our basement that housed some of our holiday decorations and National Geographic magazines. One year, my older brother was “investigating” and found a treasure trove of toys hidden amongst the boxes in that store room. My brother decided to “share the wealth” and in doing so, ruined the Christmas morning surprise for me. Thankfully, the magic did return the next year.

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My great grandfather, Jacob Edward Emery, was a Naval officer who fought in the Civil War under Admiral Farragut. Jacob died when my grandfather was three and left his wife and son with a measly pension on which to live. My grandfather’s life seemed almost Dickensian, my great grandmother took in needle work to make ends meet. I have remnants of her “tatting” and embroidery stitches that she would embellish ladies’ dresses and handkerchiefs with. My grandfather worked from the age of five delivering newspapers after school. As a teenager, he helped the church sexton by pumping the organ and ringing the bells. Education was important to my great grandmother so school took precedent over work. My Grandfather got a scholarship to Yale University and managed to graduate with a Phi Beta Kappa, despite working full time at various jobs. He supported his mother until the day she died.

My grandfather was a brilliant but stern man who lacked any sense of humor. He believed that children were to be seen and not heard. My Dad’s relationship with my grandfather was dysfunctional and complicated. My Dad, however, was always interested in our lives and took an active part every single day. My Dad encouraged us to be whatever we wanted to be and he truly valued our opinions. He had a great sense of humor and loved every minute of his life.

Luckily, my Mom and grandmother made all of the holiday arrangements so my Dad and Grand Dad were forced to see each other on a regular basis. One Thanksgiving, my Mom planned a big shopping weekend, my brothers and I needed new ski equipment and the best deals were at a sporting goods store in Denver, where my Grandparents lived. My grandparents were going to California to my uncle’s house for the holiday. As far as my Dad was concerned, we were in the “clear”, no one needed to know that we planned to spend Thanksgiving in Denver, in a hotel.

We left early on Thanksgiving morning, the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. We had snacks and a Coleman Cooler with plenty of water for the almost three hundred mile drive. The first “leg” of the trip to Cheyenne was uneventful, but we all were happy for a “pit stop” to stretch our legs at Little America, when it began snowing. As Dads do, my Dad headed out to “warm-up” the car for us as we finished buying more snacks and souvenirs. Upon our return, Dad was busy scraping the car which was blanketed with newly fallen snow. No worries, my Dad was a seasoned driver, a little snow wasn’t going to put a damper on our Thanksgiving Day.

With spirits high and beautiful snow falling we got back on the highway, heading to Denver. Within minutes, the falling snow became a “whiteout” and the semi – trucks ahead of us began pulling over on the side of the road. These factors were enough for my parents to make a u-turn and head home. That blizzard chased us for the entire return trip.

It was a scramble for my parents to put together a Thanksgiving spread with a frig that contained a bottle of milk and eggs. We had had reservations at the Brown Palace Hotel for dinner that night. Waffles were the best choice and they were delicious. We watched The Wizard of Oz on tv and headed to bed.

The next morning we drove to the airport and flew to Denver. We checked in to The Shirley Savoy Hotel, a hotel that time had forgotten. The employees were doppelgängers of the characters in the Wes Anderson movie, The Grand Budapest Hotel; they looked like they had worked at the hotel forever. Our favorite, Toby, was the bellhop/elevator operator, he wore a pill box hat with a thin chin strap, striped pants, a cutaway jacket with red velvet lapels, a white shirt and a red bow tie. My brothers and I tortured poor Toby by calling for the elevator then running and hiding. Of course, when our “crime” was reported to my parents, we were forced to apologize to Toby.

We spent the early afternoon shopping at the largest sporting goods store that I had ever been to, it took several escalators to get to the ski department floor. As my Mom made her purchases, she arranged to have everything except our new ski jackets, shipped to our house. We were prepared for a full season on the slopes.

My Dad, brother, and sister went ahead to the hotel to get ready for dinner. We were walking with the green light when my older brother was hit by a car that didn’t stop. He was thrown on the pavement in front of the group of us crossing the street. The rest is a blur, but I remember a Good Samaritan who drove us to Denver General Hospital. My brother’s leg was broken and was placed in a cast. The Police interviewed my Mom at the hospital emergency room about the hit and run driver. After the usual hospital discharge that took a thousand hours, my Mom, Brother, and I got a cab back to the hotel. My family soldiered on and had a big Thanksgiving dinner redux at The Brown Palace, with a lively discussion about the day’s events.

The Denver Police wanted a local contact for the hit and run report so my Dad had to call my grandparents and let them know about our Thanksgiving shenanigans.

My parents loved taking a risk, we took an impromptu vacation to San Francisco the next spring, my grandparents were in Laguna Beach at my Uncle’s house at the same time. We had a great time, no blizzards or hit and runs. And… my grandparents were never the wiser.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I’ve written a lot about the effects of the full moon on my students’ behavior. While scientific studies don’t conclusively support a direct link between the full moon and children’s behavior, many parents and teachers observe changes in children’s behavior during this phase of the lunar cycle. Some educators notice that children become more excitable, emotional, and active during the full moon. This week, my students were more prone to mood swings, crying, and frustration. Two of my students who are usually confident and independent were very whiny and needed more reassurance, band aids, and hugs this week.

November is a big birthday month in my class and with that comes cupcakes. As the sugar kicks in, their movements become quicker, they seem to be everywhere at once, running, jumping, and spinning around. Their voices get louder and they may giggle uncontrollably. This week my students acted out imaginary scenarios where they were super heroes with cupcake power. After this burst of energy, they begin to wind down, often putting their heads on the table. Some kids become cranky as the sugar dips in their bloodstreams.

Luckily, recess follows lunch so this incredible burst of energy is focused on running and playing outside. After recess we “Drop Everything And Read” for fifteen minutes. Five and six year olds choose their favorite “reading buddy” (stuffed animal) and settle down somewhere comfy in our room to read. More children fall asleep during “DEAR” when we’re experiencing a full moon, not unusual as many kindergartners still take naps or rest at home.

In 2002, kindergarten became full day as it was thought that children displayed notable gains in their academic performance. A full day of kindergarten offers more social and emotional benefits. Children have more time to focus on activities and the transition between activities is more relaxed. My students work very hard on reading and math for two hours in the morning. There are many class rules to follow and it can be nerve wracking to keep emotions in check. They look forward to their forty-five minutes of play before lunch. The “alphas” in our class might suggest the theme of each day’s play. Lately, the preferred choices are the castle with its dragon and fairies and being veterinarians at a zoo. A few choose to play quietly alone. Play time is like a breath of fresh air, these little children are able to express themselves freely.

During our very busy day, we take a moment to reconnect with our breath. We breathe with our hands on our hearts, feeling our heartbeats. We begin our day with a quick tapping exercise: touching our foreheads help us focus, our collarbone helps us feel strong, and tapping our wrists help us feel calm. We then move into a meditation. We have ”breathing wands” with five beads that we push from one side to the other as we take a big, deep breaths.

Just adding breath work as an interlude in each day centers my students and helps them re-connect with their bodies. We jump and swing our arms when transitioning from reading to math to relieve stored stress or tension. These simple exercises calm our nervous systems and promote relaxation.

Recently, I discovered a name for these techniques, Somatic Healing. I receive meditations from The Daily Om and a class on Somatic Healing was offered. Somatic healing is a therapeutic approach that focuses on the connection between mind and body to promote emotional, physical, and mental wellbeing. The word somatic comes from the Greek word, soma, meaning “body.” Somatic healing helps individuals process and release trauma or stress by focusing on bodily awareness rather than solely talking or analyzing. Somatic healing techniques help calm the fight-flight-freeze response often associated with trauma and stress. Meditation mentor, Julie Slovis uses the phrase, “feel it to heal it” to guide students in her somatic healing class.

Somatic healing can empower both children and adults alike to understand their bodies, regulate their emotions, and develop lifelong tools for resilience and self-awareness.

I’ve played “Words with Friends” for years but recently I turned to “Zen Word” for relaxation, to improve memory function, and because I love word games. The “pop up” ads are really annoying but compelling, I watched an ad and became interested in a silly game called, “Tile Family”. “Tile Family”is a color and shape matching/puzzle game that requires strategic thinking and speedy decision making. It is quick and simple. Matching, sorting, and classifying are part of most Kindergarten math modules so I feel like I’m doing research for school while playing.

“Tile Family” is a game of collecting three matching tiles. I learned that our brains love the number three as our short term memory can hold only three things at a time. The number three is the lowest figure that can create patterns in our mind and our brains love patterns. Productivity experts rave about doing things in threes, keeping things limited to threes allows greater focus without becoming overwhelmed.

My inbox is full of suggestions, games, and activities for holidays and daily celebrations for school age children. This week I received emails about World Kindness Day on 11/13 and Fibonacci Day on 11/23. I did a “deep dive” into Fibonacci Day and felt a glimmer of “deja vu,” I had studied this number sequence in elementary school math, it’s a little obsessive-compulsive game of addition where each number is added to the last.

Fibonacci Day is celebrated annually on November 23 because when written out in mm/dd form, the date (11/23) forms a Fibonacci sequence: 1,1,2,3. The Fibonacci sequence is a series of numbers in which each number is the sum of the two preceding numbers ( for example: 0,1,2,3,5,8,13,21, and so on).

Fibonacci day is named for Leonardo Pisano, one of the greatest mathematicians in the Middle Ages who introduced the basis of modern arithmetic to the Western world. During his lifetime, Pisano, more commonly known as Fibonacci, became a well respected mathematician and was regarded as an icon in Italy. Sadly, after his death in 1240, his name disappeared from the pages of any writing on the history of mathematics.

It wasn’t until the late 18th century that a mathematician named Pierre Cosalli noticed a name he hadn’t seen before, Leonardo Pisano, (aka Fibonacci). Cosalli was curious to know more about the mystery math man. In his research, Cosalli discovered how important a role Fibonacci played in the development of modern arithmetic and Fibonacci’s years of anonymity came to an end.

The Fibonacci spiral in art and architecture refers to a shape that is based on the Fibonacci sequence. Artists use the Fibonacci spiral to create visually pleasing compositions. It allows artists to establish a harmonious balance between shapes and sizes, resulting in aesthetically pleasing artworks.

Biologists have proven that the Fibonacci spiral is a pattern that also occurs in nature, particularly in plants and animals. It is observed in the growth patterns of various organisms. The spiral can be seen in the arrangement of leaves on a stem, the shape of shells, the branching of trees, and even the arrangement of seeds in a sunflower.

A Fibonacci spiral in spirituality represents the inherent order and harmony in the universe. It also symbolizes growth and balance. As the spiral expands, it is an example of the unfolding of life’s journey and the constant expansion of consciousness. It reminds us of the interconnectedness of all living beings, as each number in the Fibonacci sequence is connected to the previous and subsequent numbers, just like our own connections with others. According to the Culture Cross website, by contemplating the Fibonacci spiral, we can tap into its spiritual energy and find solace in the order and balance it illustrates. It reminds us to embrace the natural rhythm of life, fostering growth in our own spiritual journey. The Fibonacci spiral’s spiritual significance lies in its ability to remind us of the divine order present in nature and within ourselves.

The full moon, a breathtaking celestial show, occurs roughly every 29.5 days. During this phase, the Earth, Sun, and Moon form a nearly straight line, bathing the moon’s surface in sunlight, creating the full moon we see.

The “lunar effect” theory suggests that the full moon may influence human emotions, leading to increased aggression, anxiety, or erratic behavior. Many psychologists suggest the belief in the “full moon effect” may be a cognitive bias, where people notice unusual behavior more during a full moon because they are primed to expect it.

Some studies have investigated a possible connection between the full moon and mental health crises, especially among those with mood disorders. Historically, the term, “lunacy” (from “luna” the Latin name for the moon) was based on the belief that the full moon could trigger episodes in people with mental illnesses. The full moon can trigger strong emotions and uncomfortable sensations. The full moon is also known to cause temporary sleep disruptions.

As I drove down Dover Street at seven A.M. on October 17, the full moon was a glowing, fully illuminated, orb hanging in the sky ahead of me. I was so excited about the beauty and placement of this moon that I took a photo while driving. The presence of the moon felt like a good morning gift to me, a little “wake-up” call to interrupt the monotony of my early morning drive. Little did I know that this celestial pearl was the harbinger of a huge shift in my life. The usual aches and pains as well as rollercoaster emotions were expected but the sledgehammer of challenges was an unwelcome surprise.

I’m a huge believer in the superstition that bad things come in threes. Despite the fact that the belief in bad luck coming in threes isn’t directly related to the full moon, three challenges have befallen my family since the full moon.

While the origins of “bad luck in three’s” are unknown, one superstition emerged during the Crimean war, where soldiers were warned against lighting three cigarettes from the same match to avoid being spotted by the enemy. Psychologists believe that our innate desire for certainty and pattern recognition are an explanation. This assigned pattern has a name: apophenia. Apophenia is an error of perception: the tendency to interpret random patterns as meaningful.

I always breathe a sigh of relief when the third bad thing rears its ugly head. Whew! We’re safe for awhile, enough time to maneuver the negative forces in our life at the moment.

I Am Not Okay by Jelly Roll came on Pandora the next morning as I was making my lunch for work. The song made me pause, questioning, “am I okay?” I’m usually okay so I ignored the question/warning. I’m still okay two weeks later but the universe’s message was loud and clear, stop and pay attention. I read an email later that day from psychic, Rebecca Rosen suggesting that I needed to “reconnect with source.” Rebecca’s email said that while our souls know “truth” it can be common to become disconnected from our higher self at various points in our lives. Later that day, I was drawn to my “toolbox” of stress reduction, essential oils, meditation, and crystals.

Whether your run of bad luck is over is up to you. Burning sage, sweeping, or lighting candles are always a good idea, but the best bet is to change perspective. Realize that life is what you make it, and try to stop negative thoughts. Realizing that overcoming adversity results in growth makes having a positive attitude easier to maintain.

“This too shall pass” is a saying used in my family for times such as these. It’s based on a Persian adage made famous by Edward Fitzgerald’s “Solomon’s Seal”. In the story, King Solomon aims to create a sentence that will always be true – whether times are good or bad. In it, he responds, “this, too, will pass away”.