It was a whirl wind of a trip. We spent 13 days visiting with family. Driving 500 miles to get there. Sleeping on the floor and loving time with our extended family. It was pleasant. Yet, I can honestly say that traveling can often feel like you have become a tumble weed blowing in the wind. I agree with whomever said that there is No place like home.
Today, my children have gone for time with their father. They will be there the next 4 weeks. The house is quiet and I have been reflecting. My reflecting has been random and I intend to share more the next few days. They are just tidbits that need a place to reside for the moment.
Being a Student...Instead of the teacher.
Many times in life we become students. I am a teacher of Language Arts during the school year. I ended my year entirely burned out. I have been hesitant this summer to prepare as I usually have in past years. In my resistance to return to the classroom this coming fall, I have found that I am rather enjoying learning about becoming a writer. I have stumbled upon all sorts of books that have been feeding my empty heart. Teachers give so much. I gave all. I realize that May be why I feel so empty. It is funny that upon deciding that I wanted to go this route I have come to realize, I have already been a writer for some time. Though I may, at some point find a way to be published to share with the world, I recognize I have already done this as well. Here.. as you read my thoughts, I have been published. Though many may not agree it's the same, it is in the technological world we live in, truth.
One of the books that have found their way to me and that I am rapidly devouring is Take Joy by Jane Yolen. I had read her children's books in the past. Only a few. (How do Dinosaurs... series.) How-Dinosaurs-Say-Happy-Birthday is an example. The thoughts Jane shares speak to me on a deep level. She is real, encouraging, happy and honest in stating that as a writer you can only control, Joy. You cannot control the editors who will decide if your work is worthy based on their opinions of what is popular, and what will sell. You cannot control who will appreciate or identify with your artistic contributions.
I have found that my reflecting has led me to be real also. Finding my purpose for print changed. I will write for me. I will write for joy. I will write to find peace in my life. I will write to find my way. I have started by writing poetry. Rediscovering my love of verse. Telling stories within them of my children and their childhood. Then perhaps reaching deep within my soul to create and find something magical from my own life. I can only hope to write anything that will touch others. I know that if nothing else I will reach my grand children. And, I will find joy along the way. What great advice even in our daily endeavors.
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