12 September, 2011 Running in Place
Not much has changed in the year since I left the classroom. The delights of family continue to accumulate. The seasons turn; we age a little, and hope to grow in wisdom. Many tasks I hoped to accomplish with my new freedom...haven't happened. I still find myself focused outward, on others' paths...mine seeming inconsequential. If I could just get through the piles. If I could just organize all the colorful detritus collected over a lifetime, which tell a story that my grandchildren may someday want to know. Looking for focus. Running in place.
Not much has changed in the year since I left the classroom. The delights of family continue to accumulate. The seasons turn; we age a little, and hope to grow in wisdom. Many tasks I hoped to accomplish with my new freedom...haven't happened. I still find myself focused outward, on others' paths...mine seeming inconsequential. If I could just get through the piles. If I could just organize all the colorful detritus collected over a lifetime, which tell a story that my grandchildren may someday want to know. Looking for focus. Running in place.
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