So often these days I feel like one of them carnival of voices roaming like curious hyenas around Sybil's head. So many thoughts, so many directions, so many voices, so many disconnects, so many questions, so many opportunities.
During a calm moment this afternoon, my mind craving a swinging hammock as the school week drew to a close, I found myself staring off into space. A lovely daydreaming sequence was in full effect. Most of the school was quiet. Hardly a kid's voice anywhere to be heard. Half-day Friday's mean the place empties out pretty quick and the cerebellum drifts easily.
Found my eyes tracking upwards. Scanning binding after another. Pieces to different puzzles. An odd assortment. A bit of unresolved conflict, too.
Wondering what future archeologists will one day make of the potential idea relationships found in my school desk book stack. And taking solo bets as to when these various idea threads and the edu-voice cacophony in my head will all come together in one happy dance once, and for all.