Today I muse joyfully that those teachers will sit down at a Thanksgiving meal knowing they are working incredibly hard, in incredibly challenging times, in moments that try the souls of even the heartiest and most learned of people.
Where is your place of retreat, of pause, of reflection, of joy, of – whew, I’m here? Today, I muse joyfully you have that spot, that locale where your phone doesn’t beep, your tension melts, your depletion of life gets filled.
In November fourth’s New York Times, there is a story on page A22 that holds the line, “…When she was about 10 years old, she told officers, she had seen her mother’s boyfriend cutting up a body and burying it in the backyard.”
Gifts are meant to be shared; I muse joyfully you’ll share yours today – whether it’s a laugh, a memory, a story, a well made cup of tea.
I have a good friend who categorizes events, visits, meetings by the measurement of gum. Yes, the kind of gum you chew, chomp, blow bubbles with. When she’s got a short meet up, that’s a Chiclet, a long chat equates to Bubblicious, a run in with a friend might be measured as a Big Red.
What is sacred to you? Land, rituals, a special lipstick? Do tell, musers, as I share with you my musings upon all that is sacred to me today, now, here.
In the October edition of Vogue magazine, there is an article about walking. It’s called, “Walk This Way” – and celebrates the “basic form of exercise being lauded anew.”
I heard a story from one of my students this week about how one of her chickens had been scooped up by an eagle.
I celebrate a most photogenic dog, I celebrate his prowess for super modeling, for working the mood, for always being a willing subject.
It’s pretty amazing to be an educator and to those of you reading this who have spent the last weeks getting prepared for the myriad of minds returning to their seats, I muse joyfully you will have the endurance and vitality to not only survive this year, but to thrive.