Today I sat in a Zoom Writing Meeting with 16 other women from across the country.
A few weeks ago, this would have never crossed our mind, to pull this particular group together.
Now we know it is a necessity. Now we know how much we needed it.
During the variety of writing prompts we were given by our awesome facilitator, Laurie Kemp, I kept touching on pieces of grief. I kept having tears rise up in my eyes.
I kept tapping it down. I wasn't ready to be in that space, not quite yet.
But I knew it was coming.
After our two hours together, life went on. Around 6:30 I made dinner, listening to an old playlist I made back in 2009 on my iPod. I love revisiting these lists.
I put dinner in the oven, and then it arrived: the song that would make me cry. And it's message was clear. As I listened and cried, grieving what has already been lost, what is yet to be lost, I started thinking over and over...
I didn't know.
I didn't know that every day I walked into my classroom I was walking into a field of gold.
I didn't know until that privilege was removed from my life.
I didn't know.
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