Dr. Seuss Quote- Be Who You Are-Write Who You Are

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

YodaCat Sammy

I just have to share a few pet picks for you.  The first photo is my silly cat Sammy who always finds himself in the most precarious situations.  The big reason why is because he is a chill cat.  I know chill and cat goes together mostly, but I would beg to differ when it comes to dressing up cats. Most cats I know would not put up with any nonsense like that. Sammy, on the other hand, is an anomaly. He doesn't fit the mold at all.  Since he was just a little kitten, he allowed my daughter to dress him up in the most ridiculous clothing.  Now as and elderly cat, he hasn't changed his strips.  He is more than willing to allow us to dress him up with no particular place to go.  Now I would like to introduce to you Sammy the YodaCat!

YodaCat Sam

FLOW from Quiet The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking

Flow...oh how did I seriously get flow in the chapter entitled Why did Warren Buffet Prosper?  Susan Cain defines flow as: is an optimal state in which you feel totally engaged in an activity--whether long distance swimming or songwriting, sumo wresting...in the state of flow you are neither bored nor anxious and you do not question your own adequacy. Hours pass without you knowing. It is activity for its own sake.  You could be absorbed for days.  This happens to me.  I don't ever want to get out of the flow because it feels so good to be locked in.  This happens when I am blogging or writing poetry. I went to see Alma Flor Ada, the Spanish poet extraordinaire. She gave a workshop on Spanish poetry and then we wrote some of our own poem in Spanish.  She started us off and then I was hooked. I was literally engulfed in what I was doing.  For the next 5 hours, I didn't pay much attention to anything else but crafting the poem about my daughter.  There was lunch, but I don't remember much about it. I kept thinking I had to get back or lose the words and idea.  I didn't want to break the flow.  Then I had to attend a workshop in the afternoon.  I attended and sat in the chair while a nice woman talked about teaching poetry and ideas to help.  She was more like the teacher in the Charlie Brown classroom. I didn't hear her, because I was in the flow.  I kept on writing and thinking and writing.  When I arrived home, I got on my desktop computer and went to my blog Just Write Baby! and then kept going amid the tears.  I wrote and recrafted and wrote and recrafted until I got it just write.  Then I posted and shared with my daughter what I had wrote about her.  Of course I sent it out and my native Spanish speaking friends helped me with a few things and I edited it over and over and then revised a bit more.  Was I ever proud of it!  It just came to me and flowed.  Did I write it for a reward?  Hardly, I wrote it because it needed to be done.  It had to come out.  When the spirit moves, you have to move with it or never have that idea be realized.  So that brings me back to my introvertedness.  It is easy to post online.  You don't know who is reading, but there are people who do read.  I have no problem posting my work.  It is a joy, especially when I get in the flow.  The problem I have is with people I don't trust or feel truly know me. I cannot, without reservation, express what I think and feel around them.  I trust the small group and the people that I have spent time getting to know.  The people where I feel safe.  When I am around those that I do not have a strong rapport in a bigger setting, forget about the flow.  I get uncomfortable and need to find a place to feel safe and me.  In those instances, during meeting and what not, I tend to search out a 1 on 1 situation or small group, to survive and maybe thrive.  I might just cocoon into my notebook.  As of late my doodles look like art and if I were a tatoo artist, I would be in high demand and filthy rich.  You should see them.  Being an introvert is a gift!  Can't wait to get into more flow and now I am searching out the opportunity!

Quiet Reflections

I am almost finished with my book called Quiet by Susan Cain.  I lament the fact that I am almost done because I don't want my journey to end.  It is as if, by reading this book, I have ventured into new territory.  Reading this book and pondering the many possibilities has made reexamine my life and my gift of being an introvert. Yes, I know...to some it may be considered a curse.  To me, now that I know what I am and why I am the way that I am, it is freeing.  I am on page 200 now and I love the way Susan Cain has compared and contrasted the different cultures that extol the introvert and those that unfortunately diminish the gift of the introvert or soft power. "In the long run," said Ni (person being interviewed for the book), "if the idea is good people shift. If the cause is just and you put your heart into it, it's almost a universal law: you will attract people that want to share your universal cause. Soft power is quiet persistence. The people I am thinking of are very persistent in their day-to-day and person-to-person interactions. Eventually they build up a team." Soft power, said Ni,was wielded by people we've admired throughout history: Mother Teresa, Gandhi, Buddha. Cain sighted Gandhi as an introvert. Gandhi's passive resistance was categorized or repackaged by Gandhi himself as "firmness in the pursuit of truth." I like that so much better.
Gandhi thought things out and picked his battles.  He won over his enemies without lifting a finger and being aggressive.  Calmness and questioning were his tactics. Firmness in the pursuit of truth indeed!
I sometimes feel that I am being taken advantage of if I don't speak up and stand my ground in some instances.  It doesn't feel right to me many times and I don't want to appear to be a complete idiot protesting so much.  My question is this:  How do you get people to notice your ideas and creativity when they are being drowned out by the extroverts that are so much louder and obnoxious? I have so many ideas, but do not always get them out there because I am waiting for a moment to speak and that moment never seems to come my way. I need to read on to find out how I can be heard and my ideas be appreciated for what they are.  I may not know an answer right now, but give me time to think and ponder, think and ponder and then watch out...but if they are never heard because it is so difficult to find away to be listened to in a world that won't stop talking.  Love the book Quiet...The Power of Introverts In a World that Can't Stop Talking by Susan Cain.

Thursday, December 18, 2014


By Maureen Ucles

Rather pudgy
Based on the
Weight I gained
Seemed so insane
The stress
In such a hurry
To get to…

I have gone
Closed the door
Turned the key
Bolted shut
Walked away
No more worries,
Not for me
No more pain
No, not in the least
I am
Free like MLK
or maybe LBJ
Returning home to Cleveland
Not a care
Do I possess
Not a worry
I am

Free like lunches
Served up piping hot
   In warm soup kitchens
homeless shelters
Free like…
Government cheese
Grilled to perfection
Free like…free like
That would be
That would be
Open the gates
Left the shackles fall
Down, down
This is surreal
In slow motion
Under water
No noise do I hear...feel
‘cept sweet serenity
Just like me
So palpable

Let the cell wall crumble
to the ground
I am a
Walking out
Solitary confined me
No more
Light of day
Sears my eyes
Doesn’t matter
In the least
‘cause baby
I am free
On my own
Free like a bird soaring
In the Southern sky
 Mid December
Water all up in my eyes
Face and cheeks
Baptismal font

 Simply free
Am I
To be more
Do more
Be ME!
Out of the box
Look out, y'all!

So good
Nothing short of great
All of the above
Out of controlling
My emotions

Spectacularly free!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Six Years and...Poem dedicated to Alana Morris (Read last post)

I published this on my other blog  Just Write Baby 1, 2, 3...Go!

Six Years and…
By Maureen Ucles
Six years and a half—
Could have sworn 
Just yesterday
We were workin’
Bouncing ideas
Free flowin’
Oh no!
Step around, jump, skip
Whatever you can
Don’t step
on that crack
Break your mamma’s back
Or my heart
Whichever comes first…

Six years and a half
Can’t remember it all
Can never go back
I just wanna
Slow down… time
Tick-toc  tick-toc
You could never
Stop time
Nor can I
Times a changing
With more
Sounds ‘a rackin’ my brain
Feel a little convoluted
Little insane
Just can’t see it
My way
No way
Can’t play
To jail
Set sail
On your way

Six years and a half
Always, always
Running out of…
Never ever
Walking, slowing
Nope it’s me
Me knowing
You’re gone
No more…
Fun in the Sun
Belly laughter
Bursting at the seams
Borrowed time
On clearance
Now gone-
Past layaway
Cash register
Checked out

Six years and counting
Why does it have to end…
this way?
So very hard
To say
Goodbye and
Set the past free
What it can be
What it was
Without me
Just gone, gone, gone
Cold chills
In my veins
Not so easy
With my poor lungs
Tired of breathing
Still wheezing
Such a catastrophe
Am I
Without ya

Six years and a half
Don’t really have the Math
To compute
This craziness
Insanity… times three
Why do you have to flee?
No sense
Is this making
And me?
Nope, not faking
Cannot seem to awake
From this nightmare
I am ‘a livin

Six years and a half
Done gone
Like cold coffee
Down the drain
With those grinds
Six stinkin’ years
No more
a half

To be continued

For Alana Morris-Six Years and...

Every now and then certain people come in your life and brighten it.  Certain people come in your life and make a huge dent.  A friend and colleague is leaving her position to move on to better things. I am happy for her, but I am sad for all the wreckage that she has left behind. I am that wreckage.  I truly won't be the same without her support, laugh, and bouncing of ideas.  I never knew that six and a half years ago, that moving from a family at Cedar Brook Elementary, I would find another.  In Alana Morris I have found a true kindred spirit.  She has been a great friend to me.  We worked in the trenches together for six and a half years.  Alas, she has to move forward and so do I.  I cherish the fun times and the crazy times from netbooks, to Loretta, from fresas de chocolate to Dominoes Pizza with crazy cheese bread.  I will remember these times with a smile and some laughter.  For me, I will keep in contact with her on Texans Sundays and lots of text messages that turn into poetry and late phone calls on the way home from work.  This cannot be the end, only the continuance of a journey, a journey through literacy, friendship and just being human!  Love ya Alana!  This one's for you.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

New Day, New Post Derek Jeter

I just watched the new Gatorade commercial about Derek Jeter.  I thought of how it would be a great way to talk about expository writing.  I really respect Derek Jeter and so I loved the tribute to his legacy at a New York Yankee.  I wanted to include this tonight.

Derek Jeter, Jeter, ter....

Monday, September 15, 2014

On Meeting Donalyn Miller

I had the great fortune to meet Donalyn Miller today at Edgewood.  Go to this link to see the photo and my post on www.justwritebaby123.blogspot.com.

On Meeting Donalyn Miller

Monday, September 8, 2014

Monday, September 1, 2014