So, in our school district, yesterday was the “unofficial last day of school.”
Ironic though, as many parents have considered the last five days as “hey – school’s over now.” So many students are not here at all. Started the summertime early I guess. Now technically this Friday(tomorrow – June 28) is the official last day. And unbelievably the board has scheduled for kids to go(why the fu@K??) from 8:30 to stay until a 10:00am dismissal.
What parent would get their Grade 2 daughter up to catch the 7:25am school bus; to get to school at 8:25 and then be dismissed less than an hour and a half later? I know I wouldn’t unless she really wanted to go. But seeing as our daughter is 30 now, not so much of an issue.
Oh well, I still get paid for 8 hours – regardless of what happens.
Regardless of whether the school year has “unofficially or officially”(like does it really matter at this point?) wrapped up, we’re now heralding the official start of summer.
Thoughts have turned to summer vacations; time spent with family and I suspect for many the wish, desire, and perhaps need to recharge those “old batteries” physically, emotionally, spiritually, and “what the hell” any old way you like.
Not that the above intro has a scant bit of relevance to the following, but it seemed like a good lead-up to this.
Every so often, one wakes up and comes across an image that captures the essence of the human condition.
A beautiful sunrise that heralds the beginning and start of a new day. A day with seemingly unlimited potential for anyone willing to seize the moment.
A day that closes the chapter on the turmoil of the past and allows us to turn the page of our story to today. A day unblemished by the events of yesterday. A new opportunity to be the author of our own destiny.
Our mind becomes blank; empty of the worry and concerns of the past and the worry and concerns of the future which or may not be of any consequence.
Those times, when we sit high on the shores of some remote northern lake or silently on the edge of some wind-swept ocean shoreline and watch the sun as it slowly and confidently rises over the morning horizon —– we are still.
Perhaps the moral here is to be more like Frank. His mind is blank; he is at peace…… because he is a cat.
Be like Frank.
–as always with love–
— get outdoors; find inspiration; discover yourself —
justabitfurther 