Sometimes

Sometimes you don't know what to write.

Sometimes too much awfulness happens.

Sometimes it concerns your brother

and your sister,

the loves of your growing up...

whom you are losing,

and the disappearance of a beloved cat.

Sometimes it concerns the loves

of your working life..

Twenty three teaching years

in the small town..

Twenty three years 

out of thirty plus

in the classroom.

So much loss in the last few weeks.

I have tried to write about it,

but I just cannot.

It is my story, but not my story.

Many children who were in my classroom,

and most of all

my beloved teaching partner,

have gone through so much.

I don't know what to do,

except be there for them.
I am back in the classroom every Tuesday
to read stories and do art projects.

For me, I pull up photos

that give me comfort,

and I am spending time

with D. in the Grasmere Journals.

I am pressing leaves

and gathering all Fallish things..
knitting mindless things..

I am baking bread and making cheese...

and, I am giving thanks to you,

Dear Readers, for being with me.

And, I am hoping to be back soon.
Oh, and yes and yes...
I saw the otters the other day while crossing the bridge.
Spirit lifting it was.
A reminder that goodness comes
even when times are just so hard.
Love, so much to all of you,
E.