We've been out of school for a week, and I'm just now finding my balance. It might surprise people to know how long it takes. It's like recovery after a long illness. I begin remembering who I am when I am not immersed in students, grades, state testing, and mountains of paperwork. Even in summer, I am hard put not to think of every experience, "My students would love to see this!" I am remembering that I am a wife, mother, grandma; a painter, a cook, a (pretend) lady of leisure. I don't have to rise at dawn's early light (but I do.) I don't have to set the coffeepot and lay out clothing in order to dress in the dark and leave the house by 6 AM--but I still maintain all except leaving the house.
I believe that if we all take time to breathe, to talk, think, relate, and yes, to paint, we will go back to work as more decent human beings. And those frantic prayers on the way down the freeway? Especially the ones for safety and well-being of my students? Let's deepen and expand those prayers. Let's take time to listen to God's answer.
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