The finest hour, that I have seen, is the one, that comes between - the edge of night, and the break of day - that's when the darkness rolls away ... Kate Wolf
Come to think of it, I've always been an early morning person.
As I move towards a new life I think back on my former teachers. Swami Ji taught me to do that. Here's Mike who taught me that you can do anything you set your mind to. He was a wrestler who became a counselor. Wasn't he always a counselor though? Pinning people down gently and looking directly in their eyes. Here he is a little over a year ago with Mar-Mar at my farewell party. Mar-Mar shared her life and death with me. She accompanies me to my new position.
Janna found a place in my heart from the moment I interviewed her. She taught me so many things over the years. Lately I have been thinking that in a way Janna taught me how to allow myself to need people. Ah yes, she and I have shared many a good cry together.
Janna, Mike and Mar-Mar. They all called me "Boss" as if it was my name. Mar-Mar called me that until she died. Never before has that word meant so much to me - when they uttered it, I almost felt loved!
Yes, I find myself blog-longing as I attend orientations, set up the office, and organize my new work schedule. Each day I return to the blog-world and sigh with relief to find all of you still here, writing and reading, commenting and sharing, raging and laughing (LOL, ROFL), crying and linking, blog-rolling and philosophizing, joking, sharing life, gods, birth, death, pictures still and moving, poetry and sounds. It soothes my tired, frightened, and wandering soul and makes me feel whole again. I have so much to tell you but will learn a way to jot things down as they happen so that I won't lose precious moments to share. And if I don't always manage to comment in the beginning, I am still here - reading and reacting, thinking and changing as a result of your words.