Gloomy day, feeling a bit bluesy, decided to color a picture and write a poem. Creativity should help, right?
The balancing act continues
Between getting things done and self-care.
Last night I dreamt of former students
Saw faces and some talked to me
I woke and for the first time I said
I miss teaching
But I mostly miss the relationships
And watching them grow
And accepting all they had to give.
This picture of the winding road through the trees
Feels appropriate for me right now
I can only see a few days ahead
My mood fluctuates, my grief changes
Cathartic moments erupt and waylay my plans
I know it’s okay
It’s going over the edge where the road disappears.
Off in the distance there are mountains
Something solid and real
For now, I rest on the road of trees
Take with gratitude all I do have
Shelter. Food. Friends. Faith.
