Seeds of Society and Giants in the Land

As I look down at my computer keyboard, I see three little seeds between the keys. I also see some fuzz, dust and tiny little crumbs. I never thought much about it before, but crumbs and dregs that we leave around are supporting whole groups of organisms. And not just organisms, but maybe societies and cultures.

We know that some of our leftovers support mold in the fridge, on the counters, and in dark drawers. Alien arms reach out of potatoes trying to find a way to the light or to the dirt. The moldy bits and hidden crumbs support small bugs, which in turn support larger organisms. This is the circle of life.

The thing is, if we dust and vacuum and wipe down and disinfect, we constantly do away with the building up of these societies and cultures and towns and cities. I'm afraid that all these minor, tiny living things have to go the way of all flesh--down the tubes, in the trash, to the dump. They are killed are the day long. From my personal opinion as a giant in the land, I say that's not all bad.

Odd People

I've thought of many things I could write on my first blog entry--something amazing, funny, uplilfting and memorable. While I could write one blog to cover all those possibilities, I wouldn't want to set up expections for future blogs that might put pressure on me and destroy my very healthy confidence. Therefore, I will only write about how much I like odd people.

Odd people are what make the world an interesting place. As a teacher I've always found that odd children keep the classroom from becoming too mundane (as if it ever could be). I like the little girl who some days came to class and called herself a different name and acted like a different, smarter person. I like the student who wanted everything to be really neat and organized, and as she stood by my desk started stacking my many poky stacks so they were neat and lined up. She then stopped herself as she realized this was the teacher's desk. I like the boy who believed the bones dug up in his backyard were really dinosaur bones, and I wasn't able to change his mind. I like the piano student who often repeats my every direction to illustrate she has heard and understands.

Under this group of "odd people' actually falls everyone I've ever known very well. Deep down we are all odd. If we don't let people get to know us and we don't get to know them, we will never experience the "oddness" and we will miss a blessing in life.

If you are odd, I want to get to know you. Can you reveal the truth? Tell me some odd things about yourself. Queen