Yesterday, after wrapping up the National Board Certification pre-candidacy course, I came home and looked at my list. Then I looked out my window for about an hour. It's monsoon season in Arizona. Clouds build rapidly and as they gather, the light changes in dramatic ways.
Had there been a passerby outside my window, it would have appeared I was daydreaming mindlessly.
I was daydreaming with intention.
I was considering how to make the reading in all of my classes more relevant. I was thinking about the theme for the student wall in my classroom. I was thinking about the naming of things in mythology and how lucky we are for language in spite of its failings or our failings when we misuse it. I was reviewing my hopes for this year as a teacher and also how to better explain metaphor.
My husband arrived home from work and asked how I was feeling. I wasn't sure how to answer him because I wasn't sad or anxious--I wasn't overwhelmed or tired. I was amid and between and building.
Monsoon, I replied. I feel monsoon.