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MY FAVORITE IMAGE OF THE WEEK 23.9.17 #myfavoriteimage Shamini Mylapore Festival 2017 I can see the treasure of myths circulating between godliness and normality Breaking through the walls of today Reminding those of us trapped in the haste of work and process There is a time within nothing matters, that where imagination reigns Bringing forth and into light, transience and wonder If only I could have been there to see flight and fight  and experience the tearing of perceptual fabric 

How should we structure schools to help students  to make the learning choices  they really want to make? Is this about self-control within a controlled environment? Is learning a self-control problem? Do teachers really understand how school environments shape students' cognitive decision-making how much self-control does a student needs to learn to make good decisions? What can school leaders do  that positively structures the learning environment  that helps students to self-control choice? Self-control is an executive function. Self-control is a mental skill. Self-control is a cognitive action. Learning to make important decisions  requires schools to create the environments  where students gain self-control.

My Favorite Image of the Week 16.9.17 #myfavoriteimage 【素材】 もみじ | 衣＠瀕死  #pixiv  https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?illust_id=6215044&mode=medium I can see the timeless universe through seasonal leaves Calling me from afar my being is hoisted high Keeping my feet to ground  My body is warmed underneath blankets of growth With flames behind me and the wonderous in front I am flying and stationary  Alive and in motion In time and in place My life intent Knowing mortality within expanse I can sleep and dream

The Tide Formed My Pool When the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away. I found myself tossed within the mirth. And within this stirred up sentiment. In the rubbish and the forgotten. I became my new reality. The one of prosperity and r eal economic growth. As best described by the social commentators of the day. Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots. And the separatists and the terrorists. And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth. And the arguments that form the threats of war My new found contentment places me. Within the data of acceptable trends. Within what is normal for my age. My gender. My genetical heritage. Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out. And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired. Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight. As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty. In stillness and patience, I make little comment. I shingl...

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool. My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go. In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool. My refreshing water. I own it. I work for it. When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it. When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it. I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted. Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water. My dreams to transform my life never eventuated. I knew it once, when  I was promised myself to achieve. I could aspire. You never fail when you attempt to chase. Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants. Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure? Am I floating in falsehood Am I wallowing in water of hindrance? I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort. In my moment before...

Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered. Engage silence and dismiss the want to share. And dismiss the necessity to be liked. And love the abstract of your abyss. Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time. Whilst crawling and scampering throughout. The same mistakes. The same divisions. The same crisis. When secrets have long passed their importance. And the desert sea shimmers under full moon. Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical. Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent. Without the need. Without the seeing. What is fully understood is quickly dismissed. Your story has the greater impact. Your synthesis of fact diminishes being. Nothing will hurt you in your solitude. Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation. What is in determinism. As an insect in forrige. And thankful for the ambient light. The casting your domain is difficult to define. Let in the univ...

Godin Chat Make your story live and cherish every single scene. Connect to the grid and revolutionize yourself. You can shout from the tallest building. Shop in the deepest arcade. Eat within the most crowded cafe. This is your time,  be heard and seen. Within the scope, we all live within a shadow of revision. Find the noisy space between the shadows. Don't remain silent. Rejoice and celebrate your life amongst others. As the sun rises. And as the sun sets.