Viltinga Rasytoja
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The Journey is the Destination
Our journey began March 16, 2019 and boy did it start out to be a crazy stressful adventure with many miracles and blessings! Our first day was pretty smooth and worry free enjoying the beauties from Fairbanks to Tok AK. We got started later than planned, but other wise all was well.
By Viltinga Rasytoja6 months ago in Wander
Unsent Flowers
Dinner was over, kids were finally in bed, hopefully to stay for the night, and all I wanted to do was fall into my own bed. Unfortunately, the messy counters and table and the sink filled with dirty dishes were calling my name. I sighed debating just ignoring the mess and going to bed, but knew I’d hate waking up to the disaster more in the morning.
By Viltinga Rasytoja7 months ago in Confessions
Our Journey to Homeschool
Homeschool had been in the back of our minds from the first day we watched our oldest put on a backpack half his size (because that’s what big kids going to school did) and walk down the street to our neighbors little preschool. It wasn’t a real preschool exactly. Our neighbor wanted to homeschool her son, but wanted him to experience school with other kids as well. So, she offered to teach a few neighborhood kids for an hour or so a couple days each week.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Education
Example
”let’s play cats! I’m the mama cat and you all are my babies k,” Brittany purred while getting down on her hands and knees. She looked up, her round flattened face and squished up eyes beckoned us to join her. It wasn’t the game my friends and I had in mind for recess, but when Brittany came running over joyful and enthusiastic we followed her lead and got down in the cool grass crawling around and meowing away like our mama.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Families
“When to the sessions”
Dear Mrs. Pedersen, Toblerone, I love toblerone, the creamy Swiss chocolate filled with sweet chewy honey and crunchy almonds, makes my mouth water just thinking about it. And, every time I think about, eat, or see the delicious treat I always think of you. This may come as a surprise, but I can’t help it, you left a lasting impression on me and the thousands of other students who walked through your classroom door. But, why are toblerones a trigger you might ask, and the answer is simply because, as Mark Twain wrote, “it’s the little things that smooth people’s roads down here the most.”(1) During your thirty-three years of teaching you certainly smoothed a great many roads with your simple acts of love, kindness, and authenticity. I know my memories of you are a treasure and that many others feel the same way. I heard their stories and praises of you years before I had the chance to sit in your classroom and now many more years after I left your class I still hear your name spoken in reverence and love. I wanted to share just a few of the moments, from my own experiences, that made you the best teacher ever, including why toblerone, building castles in the air lunches, and Sonnet 30 tears.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Education
Leaving Our Mark
Our little Kenai came to us, the runt of the litter, a mere two pounds some odd ounces, the one least likely to survive, the one with the least expectation to thrive. But, survive and thrive he did, for our little Kenia has grown not just in size, but also in experience. He has become king over his parents and siblings, that is in terms of claimed territory. For you see our little one has marked his way throughout our nation and across Canada as well. From the day we received our mighty warrior he has been a great and amazing traveling companion, exploring and marking up areas as his own throughout several Canadian provinces and thus far 26 of our US states.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Petlife
Acrophobia
“We will be going right by the Gateway Arch! We should definitely stop and see that,” I announced to my family as we figured out our plans for the next destination on our map. We had traveled from the frozen snow packed roads of our Alaskan home down through our neighbors in Canada and were making our way across the lower 48 states experiencing so many wonders.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Petlife
The Cycle of Life
Wyatt reached over and squeezed Mia’s hand then wiped the tears from her cheeks before tentatively caressing the tiny perfect face in her arms. Tears fell from his red eyes as he felt the cold on his sweet son’s skin and noticed his pink hue was disappearing. Mia grabbed his hand again and held it tight as Wyatt cried out, “He is really gone isn’t he.”
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Fiction
Who Are You
Dustin’s head bounced against the car window as it sped along the freeway past beautiful landscapes, busy cities, and cute farm towns, none of which he seemed to notice. His Aunt Jennifer had stopped talking or trying to get a response out of him hours ago. She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or withdrawn into his own world, either way she knew he was in tremendous pain. Her own heart ached horribly as well, this was not supposed to happen, this was something she never dreamed would happen. But, she imagined everyone who had gone through a similar experience felt the same as her.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped One
Juliana followed the other passengers all eagerly walking up and out of the jetway. Her heart and mind were racing as both excitement and fear fought to occupy their space. The decision to come here had not been spontaneous in the least, but nearly every step of the way since departing home had felt like it was all spur of the moment. She wasn’t sure what to expect once she walked through the doorway into the Bucharest Romania International Airport. She said a prayer of thanks that she had actually made it, and she sent up one desperate plea that someone would be there to pick her up as promised.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Fiction
