But that day was not today. By 9:00 am I had already been in two meetings, and between regularly-scheduled meetings, a CASA-training webinar, student conferences, and a faculty-wide caucus, the intensity continued until 5:00. Sometimes I had to use two monitors to juggle my overcommitments.
But the spoooooky syllabus (Culture and the Supernatural) for the second seven-week course set to start next week is all done!
And while on reading--this article on ambiguous loss (from earlier in the year, but I found it just last week) really helped me.
In the beginning lives
a first flicker of flame
that lick of loneliness
lighting an underworld.
The sky may be still
dark with our leaving
life, it is difficult--all
tall ideas, left as yes.
When they're hidden, I can use other signs and senses to make sure they're ok.
I trust they'll be able to make the right decisions when I'm too far away to help--moving away from strangers, stepping off the path when necessary.
It helps that they stop when the path forks, wordlessly discussing the way forward with me.
All of this made me quite anxious.
All of this made me very happy.
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I chaired the WGS sessions of the MASAL conference from home; finalized the WLC second-seven week course syllabus; worked on Nu's birthday plans; hiked with L; practiced saying "fiddly," "wobbly," and "stodgy" in preparation for watching GBBO later in the evening... Full day.
Another early morning hike. The peak was approx 2500 feet above sea level, with the last couple of turns like corkscrews. I caught sight of ...
