It has been a while since posting anything new. Forgive me, those of you who check regularly and are wondering where I have been! The end of the school year is not my most reflective time. The chaotic schedule of different activities and celebrations, the hype level of my students, my goofballs, my borrowed daughters, my charges, 147 children of a creative, loving God.
The title of this post, disponible, is a word that suits well these past weeks. Availability. One who is disposed to doing the various and sundry. Such, often, is the life of this librarian…working with the students, teaching research skills, preparing liturgies, practicing for those with the students, helping to write our school accreditation documents, helping inventrory to collection, troubleshooting technology issues, troubleshooting homework issues, troubleshooting life issues that are important when you are in middle school…but it also holds true for me outside of work. Just today, I have gone to Mass, gone to brunch, walked a good couple miles, translated a document from Spanish into English, fixed a computer, climbed a ladder to change a bulb, cleaned up glass, been kissed and hugged, bestowed kisses and hugs, read the paper, cleaned the coffee maker, read a book, given directions to a stranger…and thought about a poem. Very little of this was known to me upon rising this morning. In fact, it is safe to say that the only certainties at 7 in the morning involved reading the paper and brewing a pot of the elixir of life and goodness…to be followed by a trip to Mass.
Isn’t that life, really, when we pay attention? To be disponible…to live a little looser than a hard/fast plan. It’s taken me a while to get here and it doesn’t happen all the time, but when it does, life looks pretty darn good.
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Lists and catalogues are delicious devices, rhetorical or otherwise. \”How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…\”
Donald,Clever example, friend… 🙂 Yes, sometimes lists help lay it all out in a way that helps one see. Like taking everything out of a drawer or bag and looking at it. They are also telling–grocery lists, contacts in a cell phone, favorite words…There is something pleasing to me about making groupings…what things rub against other things…what belongs together? I loved rearranging books on my shelf as a young kid. Different choices at different times, different ones next to each other…each move with a reason, though perhaps one only known to me.