Gifts

The building is quiet. Everyone except Charles has gone home. Some are getting ready for tonight's Staff Party. I am here.
It's too far to go home, but I can't think about the pile of things yet to do. I know it's time to stop working when I start making mistakes!! Instead, I thought I would take the time to enjoy what I know about the people at this building--adults and students alike...
As I think about the work we are doing to become even better for the students we serve, I often think about how others think and operate. I appreciate the opportunity to get to know people and often reflect on the gifts they have to offer. In trying to express my gratitude, I have written, erased, and re-written in an attempt to capture these gifts. There is no way to show the essence of the beautiful dichotomies that each individual possesses. I love all the differences in people. How can I help everyone see each others' gifts? This is my most important question. I feel that if I can precipitate hyper-understanding, then we will accomplish our goals with even more magnitude.

Getting Legs

The outer office is dark. The window lets gentle traffic sounds waft in. The fan intimidates the heat coming in the window enough to leave me comfortable at my desk in my new office, with my ear-buds in (Joe Jackson's, is she really going out with him.) One week down, 51 more to go as the new principal. The pace was comfortable this week. Next week will prove to be more hectic as there are many appointments in and out of the school.

I'm content with my first week. I am not filled with any poignant messages this evening--just the knowledge that what breezed by with only minor challenges will increase in its intensity with the hiring and postings that will come next week. For now, I will close the window, cut the lights, code out and enjoy a relaxing evening with friends.

The Farmlands

Thump Bdzzz. Thump, thump bdzzz. Thump, thump. It was 90 degrees out, the AC was full blast, and my head was brimming. I glided past an Amish buggy at 55 m.p.h., with a cell phone in one hand, and rap on the radio. Yet another dichotomoy, which I love.

The past two days were the boost in the arm I needed to rejuvenate my thinking, and learning. I met new friends and connected with the old, in the austere backdrop of Shipshewana again. Though there are more thoughts in this cup, which runneth over, I will but stick only my big toe in, whilst I warm myself back up to my tiny little blogosphere. Soon, perhaps, I will insert my foot.

To Cathy....check your blog....I'm inspired...let your light reignite other candles, too...