If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

Walking in her Shoes

Forgiveness is part of the treasure you need
To craft your falcon wings
And return
To your true realm of
Divine freedom. – Hafiz

Monday begins in confusion.  I visit a second grade classroom, but when I sign in at the office I can’t remember the name of the teacher.  This is not good.

Once I refer to my notebook and am escorted to her room I am back on track.  I watch seven-year-olds read rulers to one-half inch and remember how tricky that concept is to teach.  The teacher is doing a good job.

After she takes the students to PE, we talk.  All goes well.  Until it’s time for me to leave.  I retrace my steps to the office and immediately get lost.   (This is a rambling, many winged church school) The speech teacher walks me halfway.

What is this?  Do I need stronger coffee? (I’m now drinking half decaffinated)  Is this the beginning of the end? As I’m driving home I remember how frustrated I would get with my mother’s forgetfulness.  Why couldn’t she keep up?  I’m sorry, Mom.  I’m beginning to get it.

P.S.  I check email when I get home and find an invitation from my best friend to go see a local production of Driving Miss Daisy this weekend.  That sounds appropriate.


Comments on: "Walking in her Shoes" (1)

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