“Only boring people can be bored”

There are only two things that I remember taking from my 11th grade English teacher. This quote was one of them.

It was my first connection with the concept that every moment should be celebrated. When forced to pause, either in a waiting room, in traffic, or while waiting for a meeting – the opportunity to connect with the mind is a precious thing. To just follow the metronome of the breath, wrestle with a philosophical concept, engage the storyteller, or drift in a self-serving imaginative daydream. These fleeting seconds are valuable. The opportunity to be with the mind should never be wasted.

I was eventually forced to decide that the concept did not apply for students. In these situations the requirement is to pay attention, ostensibly to learn. Therefore I had to look for my own ways to animate the topic.

In the years that followed, I took to being prepared for idle moments where classroom attentiveness was not required. For example, Shambhalla publications release miniature versions of many of their titles. Living in a big city, frigid in winter, I would keep one of these miniaturized tomes in the deep pocket of my overcoat. Waiting for the subway or bus, I would paw at the pages with thick gloves and hear others voices.

Writing is the other use of such moments..

Whenever possible I carry a well-worn journal. A5x7 page format with a soft leather cover held closed by a thin leather wrap-around strap. The entries range from the incredibly mundane, to snippets of verse, or specific descriptive writing practice. Letting the pen dip into shallow cursive thoughts, at times yielding something latent within me.
The experience opens me up to a reward similar to that of contemplative meditation. Writing is my practice.

What was the second thing from my 11th grade English teacher that I grateful for? We could submit writing for (much needed) additional credit so I presented a collection of my first poems. While he had little to say about them, he knew of my interest in music and complimented a piece about a bird, suggesting I was writing about the legendary Saxophone player Charlie Parker. I accepted the compliment but had really only been writing about a bird. Or perhaps not.

About Kevin S Moul

Kevin S. Moul is a widely published semi professional photographer who is also passionate about writing. He writes to achieve the same discovery with words that he captures with his camera. Writing projects include memoir, character studies, and themes associated with his lifelong interest in urban and epic fantasy. Canadian by birth Moul now lives in Southern Arizona and often wonders how he could live so far from the ocean. His photographic ‘genre’ is restaurant food and beverage, portraits of authors, and travel and tourism landscape photography. His work can be seen regularly in Phoenix Arizona based magazines, and recently in the promotions of authors Natalie Goldberg and publications of Erica Rivera. He blogs and offers samples of his writing at, a gallery of his photography work is offered at Partial List of Current Photography 2011 & 2012 Photo Gallery - Desert Nights Rising Stars Writing Conference Frequent Contributor - ASU Marginalia Magazine Food and Catering Photography for Website (90%+ of images) (February 2011 Edition, Photo of Kevin McElvoy in discussion of ASU writer's conference) (Cover Photo of the 2010 Catalog) (Author shot on her Memoir 'Insatiable' and multiple contributions to her web site and blog.) (Web Site and promotional photography) (Food and lifestyle photogrpahy)
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