The Journey Inward

As startling as finding your privates on fire after dumping a hot travel mug of tea on your lap as you sought to balance all the things you got into the car with and somehow decided the tea was the thing to let slide.

As guilt-inducing as your dogs looking forlornly out the front window at you as you pull out of the driveway and head off for the day.

As absolute as the knowing that they will both be sound asleep in their respective beds (one of which is actually yours) minutes after you are out of sight.

As ridiculous as the St. Patrick's day getup you walk into school with just so the under 10 set's eyes light up upon spying your bun wrapped in your mother's old shamrock scarf and your cool lime green high tops poking out below your rolled pants.

As deflating as the blank stares when you do a quick "review" of yesterday's material and see no recognition on at least two student faces.

As anxiety-producing as walking into the faculty meeting after 27 years of teaching and still wondering who you will sit with.

As anticipatory as your drive home, with sweats, tea and puppies waiting for you.

As calming as a walk on a surprisingly beautiful day that regulates your heart and mind and allows you to see all the neighbors stumbling from their winter lairs and squinting in the sunshine.

As empowering as a group of women gathered in your living room on a Thursday night,  playing with poetry and sharing their daily lives.

As soothing as a cuddle at bedtime, head on your partner's chest, his arm wrapped 'round you, your leg draped across his as he softly kisses the top of your sleepy head.

Photo:  Henry and Spencer, 2.14.23.  Flemington, NJ.  By LA