(from Whitman’s “Song of Myself”)
Quiet mornings spent reading are what I need right now. Maybe some tea, and a good hug. The world around me is full of possibilities, and beauty, and I am trying to take it all in, to bloom where I’m planted, no matter how many times I uproot myself.
And in some ways, things are looking up. But in other ways, it’s not so clear. Working with special needs kids is something I never thought I’d do, or be good at, but here I am, and the kids love me, and already they’ve made such an impression on me.
But there are other things to take into consideration, other jobs, and writing, and relationships, and it can (and does) all feel a bit overwhelming at times.
Sometimes more than a bit. Sometimes it seems like an insurmountable problem.
But, in the end, I know that I must figure it out for myself. And that I can. (I think).
Climb that hill, one step at a time