Paul Clement Czaja
Biography of Paul Clement Czaja
My Baptismal name is Paul after the saint who wrote such good and helpful letters - my middle name is Clement after my paternal grandfather who played the violin - my family name is Czaja (pronounced “chai-a” which rhymes with “Hi-ya! ”) which is the Polish word for the Lapwing plover (Vanellus vanellus) . I am from the North-East Bronx originally, and as a boy with my twin brother, Pete, was taught elementary lessons at our Parochial School (St. Raymond's) by teachers who used “carrots and sticks” to modify our happy, playful behavior - and then later as a teenager was instructed by the priests and brothers of a Catholic High School (Cardinal Hayes High) - and then still later as a young man by the Maryknollers at Maryknoll and after by the good Jesuits at Fordham University. I majored in philosophy and the classics (Latin & Greek) : and then because of my philosophical studies in personhood and existentialism, I decided to put my life to work ministering to children and was hired by Nancy Rambusch as one of the founding faculty of the Whitby School the American Montessori Center Montessori in Greenwich, Connecticut.
After two score years of happiness there, I went west to have Montessori educational adventures elsewhere on this beautiful blue planet in such diverse places as Oklahoma, Colorado, Wyoming, Michigan, China, Minnesota, Arizona, and most recently Belize - and now Florida.
The past forty eight years of serving children and their parents have whitened my hair and beard with age and weakened my legs - but they have not taken the sparkle from my eyes nor the smile from my face, nor the joy from my mind/heart/soul.
I am a poet, storyteller, lecturer, Montessori educator and trainer, consultant, administrator,
philologist, friend, husband, father, and an advocate of the sharing of mind, heart, and soul within the unfathomable space named the Internet by most but called the Noosphere by me. I can be reached by e-mail at email@example.com.
Paul Clement Czaja's Works:
Writing With Light
Paul Clement Czaja Poems
Mary holds the dead Jesus in her lap Like her baby, And she gently rocks Him As if He were just asleep,
Though no one knew Or believed it, Your light never went out When you cried out
Night runs When you In your glorious so Sunshiny ways
Sins are the cause for Jesus’ blood sacrifice, And my sins are included in that blood bath. Never could I have redeemed my soiled soul. God is love, and I have been self-serving
A whippoorwill call woke me this morning with his Low and distant yet unmistakable woo-woo-whoooo - If I were in a cemetery I would surely think a ghost Was trying to get my attention – but no, I’m in a warm bed,
And then one day, I remember sitting on a beach in the early morning alone with the sand and the waves.
Once, I stood beside a tumultuous river, Watching in awe as it raced down a rocky chasm, Roaring, hair flying, arms flailing, Its wild will driven by some unspeakable passion
Every day now As I drive on the country road To my job Finches go darting to and fro
The Lightness Of Being
There are some birds that hop Whenever they are on the ground. Others step along With very fast stepping feet
Driving While somewhat lost on a back country road I came upon a creature so wondrous He made me stop to stare.
This morning The enthusiastic robins Woke me up again Way before
Coming into Winona from my cottage in Rushford This early morning As I drove over the high flats I saw for the first time this year
A robin’s song woke me this Saturday with its insistent “Wake up! Wake up! You sleepy head! ” As effective an alarm clock. I got up, Got washed, got dressed in my kaki shorts,
Christ The Last Mohegan
Just for today I shall be a free spirit In the pure virgin forest Of this here and now.
More than ever before
In my longish life
Have I felt
The bitter sweetness so much
Of loving a woman
With a selfless loving
Then I do this while
Of my last spring on earth perhaps.
The love of friendship