morning broke./ creeping angelically/ falling/ over the fields/ like the hoar frost? i attempt to fix/ in my mind/ silences/ that seem to/ elude me/ the fields/ and singing how Great Thou Art/ my voice a choir/ my voice a choir/ my lone voice a choir/ my song will no longer/ fill my room/ or the space between the/ toppling atoms/ another atom/ and another/ and another and I too am atom./*************************** All posts written by Jodie Boyer Hatlem
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I started to write, "I must confess I wasted the day." But, I should reconsider. Eggs Benedict with a friend hardly counts as waste. Taking care of a necessary doctor's appointment--waste? Chatting with a friend, waste? No, these experiences were not wasted time. Nor, was eating dinner with my family or even watching a rerun of Little House on Prairie. But, the 3.5 hours I could have worked today were squandered, and for that I am disappointed. But, I need to remember that school is not the only work or activity that counts. I am in a cult. It is called the academy and I am in constant need of an attitude adjustment.
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