The moment between the call of the wren
and the hush that follows.
Strands in the fabric
of your tapestry.
1. I can’t yet see that light at the end of the tunnel, but I can sense it if I sort of look to the side and imagine that it’s there.
2. There’s a dad in this house who keeps making little surprises to put into someone’s dollhouse. I wish I could be here this morning to see a small person notice the newest changes.
3. Seasoning. This is a great word. I love perfectly seasoned food–when just the right extra flavors have been added in balance. I am also feeling my own seasoning develop, bit by bit, in the high school. No matter how much teaching experience and energy I may have come to this school with, this is my first teaching experience with high school students, and it takes some seasoning to develop myself as a teacher. I am grateful to have two years under my belt. Each year adds new and more complex and intricate flavors.
4. Plans to organize and tidy up. This is born of my current low-grade frustration with the clutter and mess of the house. May is when I am in the final skid toward the end of the semester, and Jon is in the upward climb into the farm season, and the house is left to take care of herself. Add Little League to that mix, and we’re on a bit of a wild ride. So in odd moments, I calm myself by thinking of the de-cluttering I am going to begin the moment that my grades are in for this semester.
5. Deep breaths. They can calm you down, wake you up, give you a moment to gather your thoughts, center and ground you. Oxygen is a marvelous thing.
May we walk in Beauty!