Making sense

Anne Lamott, on writing ...

"We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.”

Saturday, May 23, 2009

School's out

Whew! Another school year has come and gone, and I gotta say: Amen!
By late-May, I am exhausted at every level possible: mentally, physically, socially, even spiritually. Lately, no thought has come in solitude; I've been pulled in 99 different directions.
And I can't breeze right now into the summer holiday, as I still have four assignments remaining in my Project EXCELL class (I'm studying to become an ELL ... English Language Learner ... teacher!) The drop-dead due date for the lesson plans/reading responses is Tuesday, May 26.
But I'm back to this blog, which makes me sublimely happy, as I've missed writing --and reading -- others' writing.
Ah, sweet, sweet summer!

"The summer's flower is to the summer sweet." (Shakespeare, Sonnet 94)