It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live

-Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, by JK Rowling

I’ve been doing a lot of blank staring lately. Into bright pools of  warm light. I’ve been holding on to a vision of what could be (perhaps, given time, and the slightest shadow of hope)

Hope, I realized, is as empty as fear. I’ve been enjoying a heady durg. But I can’t afford to crash. Not now.

I have students and they’ll need a teacher to guide them through their next miserable, nose-bleeding lesson.

I have colleagues and they need a partner in moving the state of the scholarship forward.

I have friends, and they’ll need their dose of ontological whatev.

There are those left behind, and the debt that will never be repaid.

So what now? I guess I’ll just keep the candle close and safe, relax and have faith. :)

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