When I was a ghost, my eyes were never met
Unknown, unspoken, unseen, unheard
There I stood, three monkies wiser
Until hearing the whisper of the magic word
A name on a page, a name in lights
Is that me, is this real?
Does a grain of sand on life’s beach
Really understand what the ocean might feel?
You can see me and I can feel you
Alone but never lonely, loneliness lost
Spaces filled with words and chatter
To balance it all comes at a cost
Tides are changing, shores are filling
Days and nights are both illuminating
The stories brought here remind me
Of the sandcastles we’re all creating
Inspired, borrowed, and butchered from this post at Spinning Visions (yet again!)
13th Jun 2024 – Shared with dVerse – liminal
31st Oct 2024 – Shared with What’s Going On – ghosts
Today I’m feeling:
Better than yesterday though still not quite awake, I feel. I had fun with all the kids at the flag ceremony this morning but need this first coffee for my first class.
Today I’m grateful for:
All the people who handled the parcel of records that got delivered safe and sound to me today from Turkey.
The best thing about today was:
Spending time and effort with one one-on-one reading with my grade 8 students. Both yesterday and today’s classes are a challenge and I think it is beneficial to spend even just five minutes one one-on-one as often as possible. I can only do this with about 6 or 7 students per one two-hour class though.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
My final class of grade 7s was disrupted somewhat as one student told me that a few of them were supposed to go for football practice. I told them that they could go when they finished their work but unfortunately they struggled with the work and then as it rolled past the time they asked to leave they struggled with their attitude. Many students ended up 20 minutes late for their vans as I wouldn’t let them go unless they at least attempted the work.
The kids don’t know how to help themselves and the other classmates that understand are reluctant to help now as their kindness has worn thin. The students that slacked last semester will struggle this semester as I ask them to think more about their own ideas, beliefs and feelings. Things that they can’t ask the answers from other students.
I managed to remain mostly patient throughout all this. Mostly.
Something I learned today?
I just realised that the candy I’m eating right now have little tidbits of information on them and so I just learned that crocodiles can’t stick their tongues out. Fairly useless information for 99.5% of people on Earth but there we are. I learned that today.
If I could change one thing about my life, what would it be?
I can imagine that this would be something ridiculous like not having to sleep or being able to party without hangovers! Or not die until I’m ready!
Or that I still had youthful boundless energy.
If I could change one thing about my life I would have done it already.
Which side of the bed do you sleep on?
It seems that I am always the one closest to the door so that if anyone ever breaks in to try and kill us they will go for me first. I don’t know if this is a subliminal thing on Amy’s behalf or why that makes her comfortable but it doesn’t bother me. I can sleep on any side of any bed so long as it is comfortable.
Right now we each sleep in the middle of our own King-sized beds which is both ridiculous and amazing.


The view from an invisible ghost… sometimes that it what life feels like…
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A luminous poem, Shaun. Being seen, being heard, being known, (love, in fact) brings a ghost out of liminal space into the land of the living, and as you say, “it all comes at a cost.” I love every line, and your ending with those “sandcastles” despite the changing tides and shores filling. A pleasure to read.
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Thank you Dora 🙏 I’m glad that you enjoyed it so much
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A thoughtful musing of a poem, Shaun, lovely to read, and I enjoyed especially these lines:
“There I stood, three monkies wiser”
“The stories brought here remind me
Of the sandcastles we’re all creating” – perfect ending to a poem👌🏼
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Thanks so much 🙏
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“You can see me and I can feel you” A little bit eerie but I love the connect and awareness of one another from two different worlds.
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Thank you 🙏
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“When I was a ghost, my eyes were never met
Unknown, unspoken, unseen, unheard”
The story you tell here is all too common, and you tell it well. I’m happy with how the poem ends, the hopefulness of it.
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Thanks! 🙏 Yes, sometimes I do happy endings! Haha
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I love “Does a grain of sand on life’s beach really understand what the ocean might feel?” Your closing stanza of rising tides and the sandcastles we are all creating really speaks to me.
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Thank you 🙏 I think that line may be paraphrased from the inspiring blog post linked. Makenna is a great young writer and I’m often inspired to write after reading her posts.
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I like that we are all creating sand castles. I would say this is very true. And then eventually the tide comes in and destroys them and we have to build them all again! And again and again.
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Indeed. Thanks Mary. 🙏
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Ah sometimes, one does feel like a ghost walking amongst the living. Un-noticed in a crowd of people. The sad thing about sandcastles is their foundation is weak and one strong wave can wash it away. Beautiful while glistening in the sun then the day is done. A memory is left where it once stood…
PS – I enjoyed reading your thoughts.
Today, I’m feeling the need for hike to connect with something larger the trees and the sky.
Today, I am grateful for waking to a new day of possibilities and the gift of life
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Thanks Truedessa 🙏
I think I need to get outside a little today too.
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