October 8th, 2007
greek festival this weekend. however brief. the rain was refreshing and cool. a breeze here and there continues to be a hint of the winter season that’s sure to come. the season that makes me giddy.
when does it become legit to call a crisis midlife. there’s been too many lives and hats for me it seems. one grows tired. is it possible to settle when one has made running from settling an art form.
perhaps it’s just the heat, and winter will be here soon and then the so called crisis will be all but gone. perhaps.
no past, no future. only now says the buddha by way of van morrison in the garden.
this is true. if anything indeed is.
October 2nd, 2007
…remembering my wintermuzik of 2005. the words and sounds of feist…
anticipating winter.
when the spring is cold where do robbins go? what makes winters lonely? now at last i know.
it seems to early to anticipate winter considering my longing for it. it’s just the first of october and the public radio weatherman announces that the tease of winter we may have been lucky to receive this week isn’t coming after all…
soon, however. winter will come. and then, unfortunately, it will go.
October 1st, 2007
q’ hora es…mi corazon…
time for school, what else.
a place of hope for some and despair for others.
perspective is all, perhaps.
the name itself conjures up a lament or two of times gone by. 12 years. +college.
of what exactly? learning? education? social development? 12 years. +college.
leaving early these days (actually on time..but for a teacher, that’s early…)
trying to sort through what brought me to this path. slowly.
not writing much these days but need to.
for my own damn good.
not thinking much, even.
that’s the nature of school. for kids. for teachers.
it suffocates you. it busies you. so that time to think and reflect is all but gone.
so i leave early, to sit with bukz and frida outside for some time. to sit in defiance.
of this thing called school.
