fractious

there is a debate raging my fifth chakra-- i will leave it there

In passing familiar faces on my small campus, the beginning of the winter quarter seems pedestrian. Peoples lack of consideration is astounding, mine included. I am delighted to see the few people I recognize.

I wonder what I am learning and for what end. I find learning happens in hindsight.

As days lengthen I grow anxious for the seedlings; the moon was in the sky this morning as I left at half-past seven.

Persistant and committed to this life, I push on to my pioneer's dream.