Man’s mind, stretched by a new idea, never goes back to its original dimensions. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
Have you ever had one of those days where you find yourself in settings you thought familiar, only to wonder where am I? What’s going on? How did I get here? Who am I now?
Yesterday was like that for me. What I thought I knew was being challenged. Perhaps yesterday’s quote should have been Meister Eckhart’s words, “Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.” That was the mantra running through my head.
The surreal day began with a book club meeting (see yesterday’s post, We the People). Writing about it helped put it in perspective. But later in the day while teaching “how to write an effective lesson plan” to my interns, I was constantly questioning how effective my own lesson really was. Where am I? What’s going on? How did I get here? Who am I now?
Then last night in a circle of friends at writer’s group I felt detached. Alex told me I seemed pretty normal. I guess I was assessing what normal is for me. Where am I? What’s going on? How did I get here? Who am I now?
Being in the world with the observation skills honed from writing practice is challenging. Yesterday’s quote, “Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings,” was the new idea I am being stretched with. And it took a night’s rest to just get to this place. Wherever this is.