Wednesday, August 20, 2008
This day, one of many, marks the official beginning of my professional year. I load into the car and drive to my coastal school. I smile and prepare for small lives to walk through my door. I puzzle over how best to engage young minds and inspire mindful living.
I find a corner of my mind in which to replay my summer days. This corner, solar powered, is always glowing.
I smell the salt and the seaweed in the air and take a walk to the edge of my school's playground. There, a trail into a sacred space. There, a view to the sacred sea.
The swells roll in. The crowds roll out. Who says the seasons don't change in San Diego?
Northwest. Three to five. Santa Ana. 58 degrees. A favorite reef on the mat. A favorite sandbar on the fishy. A "walk-in" wave on a thruster.
Yes, back to work for me. I've lessons to plan. I mean sessions.