these thundering days

Just a quick post to say I'm still alive and to tell bejiin Happy Birthday again! I'll look forward to seeing you in May, love.

Thanks again to everybody you offered me congratulations on the teaching cert program - I still owe some of you drabbles, I know! Things have gotten really crazy here and I'm counting down to the final hurdle - the PRAXIS. Scary!

But the weather's really nice here and I'm getting some reading done too, so hopefully all be well. (And I finished my remix, before the deadline, ha.) And since it's poetry month, have a favourite poem of mine:


The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dog

I never intended to have this life, believe me -
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they wag but can't explain.

It's good if you can accept your life - you'll notice
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look

Like your bedroom mirror when you were ten.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can't believe how much you've changed.

Sparrows in winter, if you've ever held one, all feathers,
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in hedges. Teachers praise you,

But you can't quite get back to the winter sparrow.
Your life is a dog. He's been hungry for miles.
Doesn't particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.

~ Robert Bly ~