That moment when you remember there is a highway leading away from here.
“First, what you call your life is not yours at all—not yours to plan, manipulate, or control, at least not very often. That’s a staggering realization. I was humiliated to see that the maturity and serenity I thought I had achieved was simply the result of having things my way all the time. If life wasn’t mine, what was it?” —Karen Maezen Miller
Today, upon coming home, I threw over all the things that needed doing for one hour in the garden. My patient, long-suffering garden. She has been calling me for weeks. Luring me with the promise of cool, damp dirt between my fingers. Things are growing, wild and untended. They want me not to tame them, […]
Yesterday and today were the last maddening days of the semester. It is always like this. Much wailing and gnashing of teeth until the grades are submitted. Grades. the bane of my academic life the reason I will stop teaching and the moment I will start learning Today I posted my grades. And I am happy […]