Give us grateful hearts, our Mother, for all thy mercies
and make us mindful of the needs of others.
~adapted from The Book of Common Prayer
(from A Grateful Heart: Daily Blessings for the Evening Meal from Buddha to The Beatles)
I really can't think in full sentences. these days anyway. (see...told you)
finding areas of beauty and purpose in my classroom
simplicity and color
working hard and sweating over paper and staples
my brain is full and there are still so many questions
but I'm not panicking...that is a sign of maturity, right?!
or is it a sign that I'm quietly, slowly going crazy.