What is the meaning?
preparing for second semester
I am having a moment. My adult children are giving me the gift of time, living under my roof for awhile. Their presence in my life, while I am on a journey myself that I do not totally understand, registers peace at a molecular level. Or something like this that I can't quite articulate.
Today they are both working a nine-hour shift together at a nearby restaurant - Wiley in the kitchen with his collection of chef's knives, and Norah earnestly at the prep counter and front of house. Their stories in the late evening at home are funny and illuminating; I am learning so much from them.
The nine-hour shifts gives me solitude at home, which I am easing into and remembering a time in my past when I had time like this to myself. I have been reading books, listening to music, and today working on lesson plans for second semester. I have listened to all of the grammy nominees for album of the year and am loving Lana Del Rey, Janelle Monae, and Jon Batiste. There is a jazz album as well, from Pat Metheny, that I can only describe as sublime.
A blanket of snow covering the field out of my window, a fire in the fireplace, living in the moment with art and music as my companions today. The practice of solitude and independence feeds my soul.
