When Katharyn Can’t Sleep…

When Katharyn Can’t Sleep…

She rambles for 39 minutes trying to rest her mind, and then with more sleeplessness to spare, realizes that 7 minutes of the video is worth sharing. 

I tend to speak to my computer’s Photo Booth app when I can’t sleep. I have dozens and dozens of videos of 2am ramblings that are usually nonsense, never with the intent to share.

However, I realized that I haven’t blogged in months; typing was a “no no” due to the joint pain I was experiencing so sharing some of my thoughts wouldn’t be complete nonsense and a waste of your time.


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When Words Don’t Flow

When Words Don’t Flow

We leave an imprint wherever we go. It’s up to us to decide whether it be positive or negative. And when words don’t flow, let your suitcases speak for you. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes me, well, me. Is it the numerous health struggles I’ve had?  My gender? My faith? Maybe my family? My profession? Maybe my identity is wrapped up in the Overseas label. Possibly my age?

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Sunsets and Side Streets

Sunsets and Side Streets

Those contemplative moments are gifts from the Lord above, not because they are rare, but because they are numerous. We simply have to be quiet and still enough to recognize them. 

Since I’ve been here, I’ve done a lot of teaching. A lot of reading.  Planning. A lot of walking. Running. Sitting. Listening.

There are also things I haven’t done.

It’s interesting.

As I see my students’ creativity growing, I see my own creative outlets being put on the back burner. I’m not certain as to why this happens.

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When I Read

When I Read

When I read, I think about the present.

Where I sit.

What I feel.

Who I am.

When I read, I think about the past.

Where I was when I read it last.

How I felt the last time I read it.

Who I was all those days ago.

When I read, I think about the future.

Where will I be the next time I read it?

Will I feel differently?

Who will I be?

Katharyn Stong 9.1.16

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