Unfinished

Birds make great sky circles
of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

They fall

and, in falling,

are given wings.

~ Rumi ~

What The End Of January Brought

I went on a massively adventurous 2 day teaching interview.
I GOT THE JOB!
I swear. I am not making this up.

January 16, 2014

Head Teacher-Person

Cute Little Mountain Waldorf School

Little Cute Mountain Town, USA

Dear Ms. Teacher-Person:

I am responding to your advertisement for a first grade teacher.

I left Waldorf teaching three years ago and would like to return and take a class through eighth grade. Both my children will be in college next September, so I am now able to consider relocating. I would like to teach at a small school with a warm, supportive atmosphere.

Not only am I am drawn to Cute Little Mountain Waldorf School because it is a smaller school, but also because I am a four-season hiker and camper. I have spent many weekends exploring the Cute Little Mountains and the idea of living and working there is thrilling to me.

I look forward to learning more about Cute Little Mountain Waldorf School and discussing the possibility of teaching there.

Respectfully,

ME!!!

Big Gray Coat Therapy

See? I didn't even care about my hair.
I lived in the big gray coat
 and stumped around
trying to accept suffering and death,
forced to confront my delusions, fears, and mistakes,
which were stalking me, in the store and out.

And The Blur Of Holidays

The Spawn's Response:
(1) Performance art.
 

(2) Christmas Man 

But nothing helped. There was too much sadness.
I was relieved when the holidays were over.
No more Holiday-jolly customers asking me how I was doing.
Out loud reply: "Just fine, thanks!"
Inner reply: "Leave me the fuck alone, asshole."

Then there was Halloween

And as October bled out, sad things began to happen.

Autumn Rememberies: First snow

Finally,

the last weekend in October,

snow and ice at the higher elevations.

Eagle Pass was pure awesomeness so it gets 2 pics.

And beyond the pass: W I N T E R!

Up in the menacing fog, above that frozen lake,

hides the peak I was after.

It was one more mile and 1K more elevation.
Forget THAT. No peak bagged on this day.

I headed back down.

It didn't feel like a good day to die.

Autumn Rememberies: The last bit of summer

The third weekend in October.
Summer's surprise goodbye party.
More peak bagging.
This was Webster and Jackson.

Mmmmm. Sunshine.

But watch out, gray jay on the peak. Winter really is coming.

Autumn Rememberies: October hail

WOOT!