An out-of-control feeling
....paused by sitting outside (Starbucks patio) in the heat and sunshine, drinking tea, writing, releasing...
emerging again as I pull out lesson plans, notes, papers.
Maybe, just maybe, I want to hide behind this work and use it to avoid thinking about the other truths weighing on my mind.
"I'm a student teacher. I need to think about teaching things," I tell myself.
And tonight, that's fine by me.
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Hands to work, hearts to God. I love you, m'dear.
I hear you.
And some times, all the other, weighing things need is to be forgotten for a bit and returned to later, when there is more light.
You're wonderful.
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