The March Slice of Life Challenge is hosted by Two Writing Teachers .
Make copies of the Trail of Tears map.
Meet with D. for her early morning extra help session.
Organize field trip permission forms.
Finish reviewing writing folders – also, make copies of conference forms.
Tea. Did I remember to pack the green tea I bought?
These thoughts are rattling around in my head, in no particular order, but insistent and loud, as I drive to school this morning. It’s not even 7 o’clock, the day has barely begun. How is it possible to be this “behind” on the day’s business already?
In the distance, I see that the traffic light up ahead is still green, but the pedestrian signal has begun blinking. If I step on it I might just make the light before it turns yellow. Just as I am about to step on the gas pedal, three shadowy figures emerge from the snow banked yard on my left and make their way across the road – stately deer, begin to lope gracefully across the street. I come to a halt and wait. And so do they. Almost in unison, they turn to face the rising sun, to pause to take in the sight. And so do I.
Slivers of crimson fade into fuchsia and then pale pink. The silvery winter sun seems in no hurry to begin its progress over the horizon, and it casts a gentle glow over the snow laden suburban landscape. Icicles sparkle from eaves of trees and roofs, and this frigid winter morning seems bathed in a gentle peace. The deer turn their heads and leap across the snow bank to my right and disappear from sight. They had paused to greet the morning, pay homage to its beauty, because…how could they not? How could one not?
Pause. My one little word. Thank you, beautiful creatures, for reminding me to pause…to greet this morning as it should – a thing of wonder, to be enjoyed.
I am still thinking of a lovely sunrise as I get back to the business of the day.