I'm thinking that another name for a blog is a public diary of sorts, in which I can record my thoughts and musings of the day. What a concept. Hope that soon more is involved and results from my contemplations. Would be nice since I'm desirous of change and a stronger yearning to be at home more with my work. Wishful.
Been teaching for ten years and, although fulfilling, it's losing some of its luster and ability to thrill. Why is boredom so readily apparent? The largest issue is that teaching no longer represents a challenge. It is running its gamut. Yet I must continue for now and teach away. As Paul Simon has written, "Slip sliding away."
Contemplating also the senseless loss of life that can occur in the rapidity of a lighting strike. This past Tuesday, a gal from my church was allegedly murdered in her home by a neighbor who lived 2 houses away. Besides being sobering, it is reflective in that, again, there is an underlying reminder that life is but a vapor that can disappear in a heartbeat. Crazy stuff. I did not know Paula well, but that fact is not the most pertinent issue; it's the concept and the reminder that dark shadows are upon us all, and we do not know what form these will take in each of our lives. I'm not afraid of death, but when / if I'm put into that "direct doorway," I ponder as to what my responses will be. How will my death occur? I hope that it is as natural as possible. My body shall be given to Chambers Funeral Home in Wellsburg, West Virginia, a fact that is really not relevant to death itself, but as a fact that I feel comforted by. If I do not get to leave Oklahoma in my life, I will make sure that I do upon my demise. Back to Paula: such a tragic end to a peaceful life; not fair.
Been teaching for ten years and, although fulfilling, it's losing some of its luster and ability to thrill. Why is boredom so readily apparent? The largest issue is that teaching no longer represents a challenge. It is running its gamut. Yet I must continue for now and teach away. As Paul Simon has written, "Slip sliding away."
Contemplating also the senseless loss of life that can occur in the rapidity of a lighting strike. This past Tuesday, a gal from my church was allegedly murdered in her home by a neighbor who lived 2 houses away. Besides being sobering, it is reflective in that, again, there is an underlying reminder that life is but a vapor that can disappear in a heartbeat. Crazy stuff. I did not know Paula well, but that fact is not the most pertinent issue; it's the concept and the reminder that dark shadows are upon us all, and we do not know what form these will take in each of our lives. I'm not afraid of death, but when / if I'm put into that "direct doorway," I ponder as to what my responses will be. How will my death occur? I hope that it is as natural as possible. My body shall be given to Chambers Funeral Home in Wellsburg, West Virginia, a fact that is really not relevant to death itself, but as a fact that I feel comforted by. If I do not get to leave Oklahoma in my life, I will make sure that I do upon my demise. Back to Paula: such a tragic end to a peaceful life; not fair.
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