End of Year

My academic year is about to end; I had a marvelous semester teaching creative writing, though am very sad that my health problems made me miss a small amount of time this semester. At least I got some control with asthma and I think we will finish out a good year. I will never forget the students I had this year, as I remember and love them all over the many years I have been priviledged to be a teacher.

It has been one of those life-changing years overall, but the nature of life is, after all, change and stretching. Resisting change is only natural, but it leads me to frustration and resentment; the past has already slipped over the transom the instant that it happens.

Losing many significant people in my life in the last few years shows me that life really is a dance forward. I can choose to either sit in place, or take the steps forward that life actually compels me to do every single day--even with my health struggles this year, even with all the uncertainties about my job, about the amount of classes I will have in the Fall, with everything, I simply hope that my steps are graceful and that I open my hands to whatever comes.