Just what are you doing at home?
Just what are you doing under the sky on a late winter day?
Just what are you doing with your time, each day, right now?
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| A carrot in our classroom, from seed |
I pretend that I know that I am mortal.
I pretend that I am not wasting my time.
I pretend that my time even matters.
I do not feign happiness, though--I got real lucky, real early. I pray my students are even half as lucky.
I spent a chunk of the afternoon cutting back the grape vine. Last time I did this, too long ago, was in anger that my sister had been taken away by a Christian missionary with a limited worldview and even more limited driving skills.
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| The gargoyle in our backyard, grumping about the cold |
Today I cut the vine back joyfully.
The light is returning.
We are of stardust, and the light is returning.
Not sure what else I can do in the classroom except show that joy is possible.