New term? It used to be after labor day, but of course, it used to go until almost the solstice. Better to be done in early June, I think.
I look forward so much to the new school year and then so much to folding it up and putting it away.
It’s not about new outfits, new outfits are about it –
Who doesn’t want a fresh start?
And is that where I’m going? Toward a fresh start? I am in desperate need of one, my errors have accumulated like drifting snow, but not the beautiful kind of snow, the kind that it is after two weeks and the drift is still there and the air is stale and I’ll never get out and it’s a toss up whether I’ll starve or suffocate. I have been foolish, foolish, foolish and the price might be more than I can pay.
But if there were a fresh start.
If there were new students meeting me when they log in today… If there were a fresh chance to show my true face.
True face.
My neighbor has been working late, late shifts for over 30 years to save lives and start babies on their new lives and to start mothers on their new lives. Wonderful woman. Her driveway glows a little, because she drives home in pitch darkness – if it is not dawn yet – and her angels want her to get home safely.
Now, to me, that means that her angels helped Edison find the gumption to do the light bulb thing and helped the makers of tiny solar chargers to keep going until they did the tiny solar charger thing. But OK.
I don’t demand that angels do linear time.
Why angels? She believes in angels, and if anyone gets to have angels making sure she gets home safely when she’s exhausted, it’s my neighbor. True face. There’s nothing hiding her light.
Your neighbor has beautiful angels.
Your thoughts, they ring a chime in me today. Mistakes,fresh start, longing.
May we both find what we need.