I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
One Woman's Quest II 
I agree with Liz, and the image is beautiful.
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Thanks
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Most welcome.
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Like trees that survive by bending in the strong winds.
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Yes!
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Yes. (K)
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Words to live by.
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Is that quote from Strong Ground? It’s on my bedside table but haven’t dug into it yet.
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Not sure. Maybe you’re sign to start reading?
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That may be. I did reach over and pull it out of the pile!!
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