I planned to write each day. I drafted and crafted lines and rhymes, that remain unpublished. Why? Fatigue. Uncertainty. Events that upended, and continue to, the careful constructs of love, hope, peace, joy, and safety I had taken for granted. Then… I remember that sharing words of forgiveness, care, concern, thoughtfulness, joy, peace, and love […]
I watch through the pane and realize his concentration and focus his scraped knuckles and the acceptable redness left behind by the pavement as he adjusts his seating and his pocket knife for optimal whittling position. I realize my supervision is changing and becoming slightly less required.
It’s been one heck of a week. Twenty-six students successfully completed Swim Safety, and now I’m preparing to settle down with forty rowdy Girl Scouts!! It’s crazy. It’s busy. It’s all I can do to post before turning in.