landing here

had my last day of my first year teaching friday. a simple yet energetic oat day. had a good cry the next morn--i love my job and i feel sad about the compromises that come with a room full of children. i've got two months to reflect on how to hold them well. in a few days, camp. at my house with groups of four. i'm looking forward to my lovely valley neighbours, hiking up the hills and laughing together over yummy things like soapy wool.

piggies leaving any moment. sad to see them go. meet my trepidation/anxiety/unsureness and my passion/vision/hope for our garden. have a load of blueberries and flowers to dig in and enjoy, thank goodness. or else i might never take the next step.

and, in honour of my first week of summer, a media fast. a week without books or screens. a leap.

just in time. i have lots of camp prep and i feel achy to make things (but little motivation).

reminds me of jumping in the river today, hot and sweaty from digging. reminds me of change. reminds me of faith in the big quiet voice. reminds me of the robins who flew their nest this morn.

landing,

k