Good day all,

I'm at the tail end of this cold, junk is dripping down the back of my throat and playing havoc with my vocal chords.  I was standing at my door talking with my middlings as they were coming in for their midterm.  One of the young men told me I sounded like a frog.  Then thought I might take umbrage and added "a sexy frog".  I could see the wild-eyed panic in his face as he thought he'd really overstepped himself.  I laughed so hard I sent myself into a coughing spasm... couldn't breath!  Poor boy thought I'd die for sure.  "Should I go get your inhaler?"  "Maybe you should sit down." Really broke the tension.  Who could take a midterm too seriously after that?!?

My mind and body have settled into the ebb and flow of a teacher's life.  But I just can't find my spiritual feet.  I stand before my altar and... nothing.  My heart is full and engaged as I send energy and support to all those I carry with me each day... I have odd little reminders for sending energy and requesting support to those on my heart, like every time I walk through a doorway.  These mini-prayers feel right, have power.  But I just can't seem to move beyond these instantaneous prayers to any kind of a sustained ritual.  Lack of focus, poor discipline, wrong intentions... I just wish I could figure out what I'm doing wrong.  Oh well, the universe will have its way... I'll work it out eventually.

On the lighter side, I have a new grandma to report.  The woman my son DIDN"T marry, because she wanted more children and he didn't want any, just had her first grandchild.  A little girl, 18 inches and 4 lb 11 oz.  A little small, but doing well.  Doctor expects to send her home tomorrow.  Pretty cool!  

be well dear friends