It is another Saturday morning
As has been my practice for several years, I pause to reflect, but this time is different.
I'm tired, bone tired.
I am worried for my beloved spouse.
I am worried for my country.
I am worried for the students I teach.
Not necessarily in that order.
This week's Saturday morning reflection may not be coherent or cogent, although I will attempt to keep it from devolving into stream of consciousness.
If you decide it is not for you, I will understand.
But perhaps what I share can be of some value for someone who might encounter these words.
So I invite you to continue reading beneath the fold.
I'm tired, bone tired.
I am worried for my beloved spouse.
I am worried for my country.
I am worried for the students I teach.
Not necessarily in that order.
This week's Saturday morning reflection may not be coherent or cogent, although I will attempt to keep it from devolving into stream of consciousness.
If you decide it is not for you, I will understand.
But perhaps what I share can be of some value for someone who might encounter these words.
So I invite you to continue reading beneath the fold.
