seepy

i am a seepy girl. i work my tail-end off all day, and i came home only to grade more and more and more papers. never ending stream of paperwork.

some days you just wish that someone would give you a round of applause for all the unseen work that you do while being a teacher. that you would have someone say, "wow, thanks for putting in all that time away from school."

i think i will make myself a cup of tea and have some non-teacher me time now.

night, natalie. sweet dreams.

life cycle

today i picked some of the very last vegetables from the garden that my sweet s. and i planted this year. one green pepper, a few toms, and some green beans. i was sad looking at everything curling up, drying out, dying....it was only a few months ago that we tenderly watered and worried and talked to (well, i did) and visited our little plot of earth. if a few days went past and we had not been out there, it felt like we had left a small child out to fend for itself in the wild. our garden needed us for nourishment and protection, and in a way, we needed that garden too. we needed something outside of ourselves to care for together. it made us a better couple. it made us a better team.

it was a bittersweet evening, to say the least. i will miss our first project together. it had its life, and now it is dying.

already, i can't wait for the spring. what seed will be planted then? what will our next garden grow?

the soft animal of your body

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes by.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whover you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

~Mary Oliver, my favorite poetess

First time for everything

well, i have officially gotten my first weblog! i have been reading them for years, never thinking that i would ever venture to have one myself. for some odd reason, i enjoy reading the few blogs that i do....i like to read about how other people are living life out there...and there are a few blogs that if i don't read them, i feel like i am missing a favorite tv show or something! what is happening on dooce.com or superherodesigns.com? i am here now, though, and even if i just keep this to myself, at least i will have a space out there just for me.



maybe i will like this, who knows...