Self-help books, a PowerPoint filled only with pictures, and a reminder of the beauty of a blue sky. I wasn’t expecting the course to end like this, but in retrospect I should have known. Technology is cool, but it’s also just a part of life, to be balanced out like everything else. What’s the other side to amplifying and connecting and communicating and creating? Just being, maybe. I checked out both The Art of Procrastination and Essentialism on Goodreads, and they were interesting, but then I decided that maybe I should just keep doing life the way I am and see how that goes.
Instead of making a long post as I head into my second prac, here’s a poem I wrote on my first.
To a Little Child Who Loves Bees
They will live, the swarm,
even as the new shoot
blocks off their hollow’s entryway;
they will fly in the red dawn
to a new home beyond the branches
even if they do not know
where, or when to,
or if it waits for their arrival.
They will fly anyway, without doubt or fear.
They will fly together into the day.
So do not fear for the bees, child,
even though the leaves spill
brightly through their hiding-place.
We bridge the branches with leaps of faith.
That is the only way we learn to fly.
And now, I think I’ll step away from the laptop and go outside with my partner.
Until next time.
J x
























