A Gray Day

It's one of those days: blustery and gray, not-normal-for-the-sunshine state type day.

The sun was out earlier. I was walking back to my office then, and someone was playing the bagpipes from the other side of the lake. Bless him or her or them! (This is the second time I've heard bagpipe music this month.) My coworker saw me turned toward the lake and said, "The highlanders are coming." There is no high land here for the highlanders to come from, but it's nice to imagine. And even easier to imagine now that the day has turned gray.

It's a peculiar thing the joy in melancholy, the celebration of a gray day. It's not a celebration of sadness nor a honoring of depression. I would avoid both. But there is a pleasure in punctuation--in the variety that comes from change.  I'm grateful for a gray day, fog and mist, and some bagpipe music across the lake.

A Walk Across Campus

It's been one of those days--busy, hectic, non-stop. There were classes to prepare for, a class to teach, multiple students who needed scheduling advice, and parents to reassure. There was no let up until midafternoon, and I'm still not done.

At one point a friend (another professor here) dropped in and asked if I needed a mental break. She suggested we walk across campus together to investigate our snack options. As we walked, we ran into different students. I don't always get to look objectively at the teaching profession, so it was interesting for me to watch my friend interact with her students. They were happy to see her and she them.

My friend found her snack and managed to convince a cafe worker to give me some lemon juice and honey (I'm sick). On our walk back I told her, "Sometimes we need to do this--just walk across campus to see why we are here."

Teaching is a busy profession. We teachers have to stop our work, come up for air, and remember the students we are doing the work for.

Reflections from 39,000 feet

I'm writing this post over Texas. Yes, I'm on an US Airways flight heading for Orlando.  Blogging is my way of reflecting--by my lack of posts this year, it doesn't seem like I've done much reflecting. The pleasure of flying (when all goes right) is it gives me the chance to think. I could be writing this looking out the plane window. (Somehow looking out the windows, whether in cars, or buses, or planes makes me sweetly melancholy--if there is such a thing.) However, I was requested to switch seats, so I'm on the aisle seat instead. Still, the calm of this flight, the conversations that aren't quite audible, the noise of the plane, most of the blinds pulled down all put me in a reflective mood. 

When I was home, my mom asked me to go through a box of my stuff that I had somehow missed in previous purges. The anachronistic assortment of memorabilia was a gift to remind of the good in my life: there was a miniature Eiffel tower from a Paris trip in 1999, a blanket from Thailand, a card from one of my college roommates, an obsidian arrowhead found while hiking alone down a riverbed, a painting from a high school art class, notes from an interview for a graduate school journalism class, and many other things.  

The one thing that caught my attention the most was a calendar from 2009. On it were meetings to attend, get-togethers with friends, and travel dates. What stood out to me the most were all the "resume due by" dates. These where the schools I had applied to work at, cities I could have lived in--then the most important date (for my life now) was a day in October to "fly to Orlando". 

Looking at all those dates, I am just reminded how grateful I am for how God leads my life. When I was filling out those resumes and looking for work, I couldn't see more than a couple of feet ahead. I wasn't even sure I would find a job. It's good for me now to look back and see how far I've come.