What we plant in the soil of contemplation,
we shall reap in the harvest of action. Meister Eckhart
What have I been planting?
What am I reaping?
Contemplation. Does a closet full of journals count as contemplation?
My mind is on NANO (National Novel Writing Month), which begins in less than two weeks. For each of the last three years I have written 50,000+ words during the month of November. Why? To prove I could? To give myself a deadline? To compete with my writer friends? Because I was curious what my pen might uncover?
I enjoyed telling myself the stories. I felt proud of the accomplishment. But my three rambling “novels” are still just that. Rambling “novels.” It has been good practice.
This year feels different. I have a story I want to share, and I am ready to use the discipline of NANO to help me.
Thirty years of teaching classrooms of children, four years of teaching beginning teachers, and six years of teaching children in after school and summer programs. That’s a lot of planting. And for the last twelve years, I have been journaling about my life and these teaching experiences. I’m learning a lot.
It’s time to tell this story.