Musings

Three posts since the summertime. My few readers, faced with imminent starvation, have surely moved on to wordier pastures by now.

Not that life has stopped moving here. No, it goes on, so it does. But I didn't want this blog to be limited to the banal anecdotes of a Vancouver teacher. I wanted it to be more than that. I am more than that. Having decided to write about things other than work, however, I suddenly found myself with nothing to say. Worrisome, to say the least.

And I am still not sure that I have anything to say today. Non school-related, I mean. I want to put my voice out there, and yet, what if someone reads this?

Last weekend I had a real conversation with a friend. Such moments are rare, refreshing, brutal. They clear the air, to the point where it's so crisp and cold that it hurts to breathe. How to react, when perception and reality come crashing into eachother? This is how I am... but that is how I seem? And, now that I know, what do I do?

Everything we shared was thoughtfully expressed. But as one appreciates the full flavour of a fine wine only after it has been allowed to breathe, I hear so much more now than when the words were barely formed. The full effect is perhaps not in what was said but in how I now react. Re-evaluating, redefining who we are is, after all, what makes us truly unique, and human.

We talked again yesterday, briefly, on the phone... dawn will break soon, I can feel the warmth in the air.