I’ve been digging into the “I’ll it do when summer comes” pile. Exciting things like travel to conferences and seeing friends and necessary things, like cleaning out closets and getting things fixed. Interestingly, the pile hasn’t diminished in size. It’s bigger, filled with ideas, plans, and hopes for the coming year. Summer is filling me up.
This week I celebrate the time that it takes to recharge.
To be in a place removed from my day to day is a great gift. This week I went to Old Bedlam Farm in Upstate New York. I wrote. Find it here and here. I took it in. The sights, sounds, tastes are full bodied. So far removed from city life. Distractions minimize. Peace sneaks in and makes its presence known. This makes space for growth.
This week I celebrate friendships that form a community.
To be with people who share themselves and listen is a great gift. This week three friends took communion. Teachers live solitary lives. Writers live solitary lives. It is the nature of the work. For sustenance and growth, teachers and writers need the opportunity to share thoughts and feelings. That supports me to be a better teacher and writer.
This week I celebrate books that take me to places and people I need to know.
To sit with people not like me in places, I don’t go; to feel their pain and see their humanity is a great gift. I read All American Boys and The Wild Robot. Now I can’t help but think about the world through the eyes of Rashad and Quinn, Roz and Brightbeak. I’ve been in that liquor store, that hospital, that high school, that cliff, those rocks, that tree, that nest. I can never be Rashad or Quinn, Roz or Brightbeak but I see them. And pieces of them are me. This makes me a better human.
Thank you, Ruth, for Celebrate this Week link up. Read other celebrations here.