 20 Jul 2003 @ 11:53
Between Tuesday and Wednesday, July fifteenth and sixteenth. It’s nice for a man to know that he is the son of a good father, and of course it is up to the son to make that determination. I can look at the way I reason and at the way I feel towards other people, and how I express myself, and all such mannerisms from my mother’s point of view and understand that she liked what she saw and what she heard. Through their altercations in observations and ways of looking at the world, and at me, there were reconciliations and the bonding of a lifetime attraction. In a sense I am my father, as my mother saw him, and the other way around, and whatever that is, combined with my unique genetic arrangement, has found its way into this school building in a city at the crossroads of two interstates in the middle of the desert. The word of the day is Inspiration. Bill W. and I have developed this word-of-the-day game. Every other day, he or I will pick a word for the day. It’s a greeting and it’s a theme. Where are we at the moment and where will we be all day? Tomorrow is another word. Today it is Inspiration, and where do you get it when you don’t have it? You gotta look for it. You’ve got to find those times when it works for you. For me it seems to be the earliest part of the morning and the latest part of the night, the two sides of sleep. Today, Holly is getting into our word-of-the-day game, as all of this banter is going on in the instructors’ room, where all of our little workstations are piled with our individual piles, assortments, and arrangements of papers and folders and books. Teachers’ crossroads. Four computer grading and attendance stations. The administration keeps a very close track on all of its students, and retention is a priority, striving to keep students who have attendance and academic problems on track and through the program. Teachers need inspiration too. The class is a four or five hour period once a week for each course. Each session has its own quality of impact and interaction, and the key to an evening is setting the tone. That is Twice a Day Dawn. Whatever in life has bent my neck forwards, the doctor is now bending backwards, so that where I have seen trees, I now see bowering boughs, dancing through the evening breeze against the night sky where wind chimes twinkle an arm’s length away. Check out the candlelight as long as it’s here. Candlelight touching Moonlight in the Garden. More >
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