“
Epitaph
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
- Merritt Malloy
” —(Source: nprfreshair)
Me answering the phone at work yesterday: “Ensemble, bonjour?”
Person on the other line: Hey Mikhala!
Me, assuming I’m speaking to Joannie, my co-worker: Oh hello kitten!
The person on the other line continues to talk and I realize with a degree of embarrassment that it’s actually Anne, the director general.
Me: Oh Anne, I’m sorry! I thought you were Joannie. That’s why I called you “kitten”.
Anne, unfazed: I don’t mind if you call me kitten. That’s the nickname I use with my daughters.
And this is one of the reasons why I’m ardently in love with my job. I call my boss “kitten” and she doesn’t even blink. Well I’m assuming she didn’t blink. It was a phone conversation after all.
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And so begins year 2 of Project Imprint, an initiative that involves students in the creation of solutions to intolerance in their milieus.
Last year there were two of us handling the four participating schools. Due to its success, the project has expanded to THIRTEEN schools. The four initial high schools are now under my charge.
To wrap my head around all of the logistics and plans, I got creative. I’m a visual learner and so putting everything up on colorful paper really helped me feel in control of all that needs to be done, which is A LOT … Just don’t tell my boss how long this foray into arts and crafts took me!
Journals that I filled up, age 10 - 20.
The debate rages on.
-Ontario, Canada