It’s Monday morning and I’m working at home, looking out at the valley, thinking that the year is coming to an end and I don’t know where it all went… At the same time it’s been such a long year. There has been beauty and wonder, yes, but things have been difficult. Life has been bloody hard. (It’s true we can never know what burdens others carry in silence.) Although quite minor in the grand scheme, and despite our best wishes and efforts, we simply couldn’t keep up with some things we started. And I feel as though I/we need to re-assemble.
But summer is coming! I’ve felt the warmth of the sun on my face and bare shoulders. I can feel it in my bones. The days are longer. The lambs are growing. The flowers are blooming. The vegetables are planted. The ducks are brooding.
Classes are done until March, and that means it’s time to sort out next steps in existing research projects, to plot new collaborations, and to plan next year’s teaching. It’s time for reading and writing and thinking–or as much as is possible in the midst of preparing for university performance reviews and the national Performance-Based Research Fund exercise…
Okay, I’m getting stressed out again. <breathe>
The reason I started blogging this morning was because I wanted to share something I’m starting today. For the next ten weeks of weekdays, 55 days in total, I’ll be reading & writing about each piece from Paul Loeb’s edited volume, The Impossible Will Take A Little While: Perseverance and Hope in Troubled Times.
I can’t promise it’ll be great, but I hope you’ll join me?