Thursday, September 5, 2013
Disbelieving I asked, "You have how many emails, Kim?"
"Hundreds," she replied "I need to clean things up."
I gulped. She had hundreds. I had thousands. I couldn't read. Reading was certainly a guilty pleasure. I needed to mend my slovenly ways.
One by one I tackled each email. Why don't I do this daily as the junk rolls in? I am such a procrastinator! I grumbled internally.
I inhaled slowly and deeply, attempting to infuse patience into every cell of my being. My pointer finger started to ache with all the action deleting one email after another. Delete. Delete. Delete. It took way too long to tackle a hundred emails. Don't think about that. Just do it. Little by little... Have I always been this impatient?
After a few hours, my eyes averted the 'Select All' button. It was just too much of a temptation. Delete. Delete. At this rate it will take me more than a week of continuous deletion to clean up this mess!
I was determined. Delete. Delete. I checked the number of emails I had left in my inbox. I checked the time. Delete. Delete. That's it. I have better things to do. I can't do this!
After hours and hours of careful deletion, in one swift action all the emails turned blue and without much thought I pressed 'Delete.' A wave of relief swept over me and not the guilt or anxiety that I had anticipated. I felt free. Light.
That was two years ago. I want to feel free and light again. It is time.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Barbara Keene is Trenton Elementary School's Reading Recovery/Title 1 Teacher and a mother of eight. As a 2013 Maine Writing Project Fellow, she is among the newest Teacher Consultants. Barbara enjoys long walks in the forests of Maine, strolls along the Atlantic shore and paddling at Donnell's Pond with her dog Rex. Her writing is fueled by her love of EB White whose writing makes the ordinary extraordinary.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Meandering through the nearly gone-by blueberry fields beginning to turn red sat this lone blossom. Distinct and out of place, yet possessing a unique beauty. Amid the changes that are part of everyday life comes the necessity to detach and trust. As the seasons begin to change I must let go, remain grounded and remember that life is good. I am blessed.
Lately, there seems to be a surplus of negative energy. Praying, meditating, writing and long walks help to insulate. Recently, a friend reminded me of the assistance that is given to us on this earth from those souls who have passed. This is a comfort indeed. I must remember I am not alone. I am not alone and change is an inevitable truth.