Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
Category: Writing
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter…dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
It’s become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
Reading their words, looking at the pictures they drew, put faces and names to the students I helped.
