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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