monoceros blogsI'm past the halfway point of the course and it's just three more weeks. Most of us are near breaking point, feeling the pressure of teaching and intensive planning every week. Research, written assignments, readings...it goes on and on.
Still, there are high points. I had my best lesson ever yesterday, and even the tutor was all praises and check marks. I guess it's about time I did something right, and what a wonderful feeling it was when I did.
Happiness is a long discipline, by Ana Laan.
Years from today, I hope my brother and his S will be up late one night with some wine from Sonoma, and remember this poem and exclaim, why that's us!
"The Good Nights"
by Joseph Mills
On the good nights
when the bottle's empty
we always want
just a little more,
half a glass,
a few sips,
a taste.
We know
this desire
can be dangerous
to pursue,
that it can make
mornings difficult,
so usually we
brush our teeth
let the dog in,
lock the doors,
but sometimes,
even as we say
We really should
get ready for bed,
instead of loading
the dishwasher
we will search
for the corkscrew,
all the while
shaking our heads
in wonder
at this willingness
to ignore the clocks
and the fact we have
to work tomorrow,
this irresponsibility,
this evidence
even after all these years
of the unquenchable desire
for each other's company.
For the newly marrieds...
Walking Next To You, by Acres.