The year contained in this journal has been like last of a long struggle. I have finally reached surface from the dark, chill of abyssal depths. I am still adjusting to the light and air, but things are coming into focus. I have a new job that allows me to be an effective educator which reduces my stress and lets me be more positive and balanced in my creative moments. I am, as usual and forever, battling my negative moods, but I have relieved at least one source of distraction. As I start a new journal I feel it will be filled with less with stress, and more with wonder and possibilities.
From an observation of my work as a teacher of dreamtime children.
“Field Concerns for Medical Gladiolas.”
Her voice followed
the butterflies of her hands
dancing up the curve of her
experience
and away into the future
“That’s what my teacher called it.”
The distant butterflies transformed
bright leaves drifting back
loosely settling
in her lap.
