Haiku

I have finally settled on the perfect writing form: Haiku.

Simple. Efficient. Perfect.

For example:

I don't have to rhyme

Because I am haiku

So there you have it

no haiku today

Sunday hurkle-durkling

must work tomorrow

I'll keep them coming

Going to haiku my way through

this COVID-19.

pj kind of day

so, don't stress. Stay chill and breathe

and write new haikus

I am sure I'll assemble them all together some day. But until then, I'll keep writing.

Penny Lee Soutar

Copyright 14 May 2025

 Just keeping this blog going so Google doesn't wipe it on me.

Obligation

I used 

to correct people

because

I had an obligation

to truth.

Now I

ignore people

because

I have an obligation

to peace.

Copyright © Penny Lee Soutar 26 July 2023

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What have I been up to?

I decided to move away from classroom teaching at the end of this year! After many years in the classroom, teaching mostly science and math, but at points all subjects and all grade levels  - at private and public (traditional and alternative) schools, I have decided that this introvert needs to stop living like an extrovert. I have done enough.

What will I do next? I don't know for sure. I am exploring the possibility of being a Special Education or English Language Learner para-educator, a classified librarian and a tutor. My goal is a support role instead the management role of a teacher. I am not retiring, per se, just off to do something different. 

I will have some side hustles of dyeing wool and selling my crocheted work. Because of intercostal neuralgia, (which took 30 years to diagnose) I am limited in what I can physically do...using my arms in repeated motion for more than 10 minutes inflames nerves in my back and incites horrific pain to the point of not being to twist, bend, cough, sneeze or even laugh. No, it is not fun, and I first developed this after a back injury in college. It flared up when I began stuffing bags at McDonald's when I was 25, a job that only lasted 2 months because of the pain. I have given up many activities I love because of it: cake decorating, sewing, gardening, cooking...the list goes on. Wool dyeing could never be a full time endeavor. Crochet time must be rationed and interrupted with other activities, but it is manageable in a slow, spaced bursts. It is what it is. 

I have reduced my living expenses and will age in place in my tiny home. I continue to unpack and unfetter myself from excess STUFF. Three hundred eighty six square feet doesn't afford much storage space. But, there is no hurry. The boxes will be there until they aren't. I have pathways, it's OK.

I love the alienness of the desert. It is enchanting, in an otherworldly way. Not Upstate New York beautiful, but it has it's moments. Of course I compare the visual quality of everything I see to my easy-on-the-eyes Allegheny Plateau. Nothing really compares the the rolling, forested hills of home. I desperately miss New York, but to remain independent I need the lower cost of living this lovely Sonoran Desert offers. And of course, the sauna like temperatures of summer and days of endless sunshine are an added bonus. 

And so, I march on to the unknown. Decisions, decisions! Thank you for your support during this time of transition. I'll keep you posted.

Penny Lee Soutar, © copyright 21 March, 2023 

Kindness

I had an experience this past week that made my heart pound. It made me wish I had thicker skin. It made me wish I was stronger.

At first.

After I processed it...and continue to process it, I have concluded that my initial reaction goes against my nature.

I am a kind person. I treat others with kindness. I am strong. The stronger I get, the kinder I treat people. I don't need thicker skin, I need to physically and emotionally walk away from unkindness.

So, this experience has caused me to be kinder to others, and kinder to myself.

September 30, 2022. Copyright Penny Lee Soutar

2021 The Year of Grieving

 I lost several people I loved in 2021. None of them from COVID 19. I was sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. 

Time. I needed time.

So I took it.

2020 - The Year of Climbing Mountains.

 

Mount Shasta, California

Climbing mountains is the best description of 2020 I can devise. Leaving New York, finding a job, driving across the country, the death of my older sister, the COVID 19 pandemic, teaching remotely, social distancing, the death of my favorite cat, forest fires, and an imploding president are some of the mountains I climbed this past year.  

Some 'climbing' was physical. I drove through the Appalachians, Smokeys, Rockies, Sierra Nevada and the Cascades to get back to my old school district in Washington to fill a need as a long term substitute teacher for the school I had lived near for 14 years.  Working with people I knew, my daughter's previous teachers and in my old neighborhood? How could I say no that?

Some 'climbing' was emotional. I hadn't planned on ever moving back to Washington and was so content on the east coast, but to continue my career, Washington was my best bet. New York would only allow me to teach Earth Science and I wanted the option of teaching biology, chemistry and math. It was hard at first, but people welcomed me 'home' with open arms. I am back working with students, families and friends that I love. The pandemic has made things difficult, but not insurmountable.

Doing the best thing, the right thing, is not most often easy. It is, in fact, most often difficult. But after I climb that difficult mountain, I relish the view and the pride I feel in my accomplishment. And I learned to find joy in the journey. I visited a younger sister in Virginia and went to plop my feet into the Atlantic Ocean for the first time in my life. I drove to the Raleigh, North Carolina, to the Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and observed the temple work of my father, brother, grandfather and great grandfather. I was sealed to my parents for time and all eternity, and participated in the sealing of my parents to each other, my brother to my parents, my grandparents together, my father to his parents (my grandparents) and my grandfather to his parents. 4 generations of Soutars sealed. A mountain peak of peace and gratitude, 41 years in the making.

I drove to Myrtle Beach and saw a friend from home whom I had not seen since graduation in 1979. I saw my older sister a mere few weeks before she passed away. I saw my daughter before the pandemic kept us two highly-infected states apart. I drove through new states! Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico. All along my two, well-traveled kitties in the car who kept me deliciously cuddled in Motel 6 beds across America. I Facebook haikued my way across the mild, southern, February landscape and up the west coast back to Bothell where I was embraced with love and bids to 'come see us.'

And here I sit hoping for fewer mountains to climb this year, but the nation in crisis after the attack on the Nation's Capitol January 6, the constant change of growing older and the hope for a COVID vaccine sooner rather than later are my first hurtles. There will be more...and I must patiently remember: JOY IN THE JOURNEY.