Skitter scatter
Tumbling together wildly,
petals dance.

One Single Impression: Farewell

Snakelike, I slither out of dry skin,
tossing it aside
like old boots,
too small for me.

Ready to face the world anew
scales gone from my eyes
new skin rippling
in the bright sun.

A moment's pause to look:
a soft farewell to old skin
a moment of stillness
before new adventure.

Spinning with joy

Spring is a time for renewal. I've watched the buds forming on the cherry trees, even as the black slush by the roadside melts. And I've been patiently working through the winter, trying to balance my application to become a teacher with the responisbilities of my current job (especially since my current workplace lost several employees over the last year - somebody has to do those jobs.)

When I discovered that out of a thousand applicants, only 75 would be placed, I tried to tell myself that there would be other opportunities, even if this one didn't pan out. And I tried not to worry about it. Having met my fellow applicants at the large interview event, I felt confident that whoever got those places would be well qualified and a true asset to the county I live in.

How wonderful, then, to come home to an official offer and an invitation to a meet and greet at the end of the month!

Whee!

I've been asked to interview for the teaching program!

Excitement

Well, something I've been working on for a bit is finally coming together. I've been working for the last several years as an editor, but recently... well, I've been hungry for more, for something that would feed the soul as well as paying the rent and the groceries. Tonight, I submitted my application to become a student teacher in my local school system.

Now, all that's left for me is to wait for the next few weeks, until I find out whether I have been selected for an interview, and to look into testing times so that I can take the standardized test. I've already reviewed sample questions and am hopeful that I will be accepted into the program. I'm well aware that I've signed up for an insane amount of work - I'll be taking a compressed teaching course over the summer, and then I'll be working for two years for the county, after which, I'll be eligible to begin advanced studies.

I'm so excited about the possibilities. So is my family - my parents have already pledged their support through this, as has my husband, who sat with me through the nerve wracking process of writing my responses to the application questions. (Who would have suspected that I'd be so nervous about writing? Yet there I was, fussing over every word.) And my neighbors have also been told about my intentions and are wishing me luck.

I know more than one educator reads this blog, so if any of y'all have advice, feel free to give it.

Winter silence

I long for winter silence
the soundless hush
of snow covered evergreens
and wordless amazement
at star-bright midnight.

I want to hold your hand
through woolen mittens
and point to Cassiopea,
lounging in the heavens,
while Orion faces the Bull.

I want to share hot cocoa
straight from the thermos,
the kind with cinnamon,
as we head home, arm in arm,
and the heavens wheel above.

Pale blue skies
a symphony of birds
with rose-gold wings

Crows congregate
branches bob and sway
with black leaves

Strum
Chords
timing
dancing strings
the foot taps along

Swirling sherbet skies
bid the sun bright farewell
street lamps blink on