Signs

When I received the text that the transformer at the high school had exploded, it confirmed my belief that today will have to be a day to retreat.

My early morning study group hates the book and my coffee was cold by the time I took  my first sip.  Plans today required the use of technology which is impossible because, well, the transformer blew up.

Then, I discovered an old notebook with the starts and stops of heartache and couldn’t figure out where to tuck it away so that I will forget that it exists.

Stories came at me from New Zealand before the sun even rose and I am still unable to catch my breath.

I want to be able to bring together all of these disparate thoughts, but I am listening to my children playing in the surprising March sunshine (it is Upstate New York, after all) and I am readying myself for a weekend of push and pull, and I can’t, for the life of me, remember the lines of the poem I read just before I saw the NYTimes headlines.

 

6 thoughts on “Signs

  1. I wanted to write about this, too, but I couldn’t find the words. Beautiful post. I love this line of poetry:
    “Then, I discovered an old notebook with the starts and stops of heartache and couldn’t figure out where to tuck it away so that I will forget that it exists.”

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  2. It seems so dissonant when something so horrible happens somewhere in the world, while it is a beautiful sunny day in our own world. Your last line “and I can’t, for the life of me, remember the lines of the poem I read just before I saw the NYTimes headlines” really resonates with me.

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    1. We’re only into the 2nd chapter, but so far we are unimpressed with Sarah Beck’s “Think Aloud Approach to Writing Assessment”

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