It was my first time in Venice. The Glassmaker had charmed me into wanting to see the island of Murano and so, here we were,
Almost one month sober
4:39 seems to be the hour. Anxiety wakes me and assures me that if I check email there will be something waiting for me there, for sure. Nothing. Oh, no, did I say email? I meant LinkedIn. Ok, let’s go. Nothing there either, of course. Except maybe there is something: a thought of warning.
The Sound of Silence
I wish I had lanterns to go out with, looking for myself, as Emily Dickinson was claiming to have. I look for lanterns in books, in podcasts, in new learning. In the few conversations I have with the few people who only listen, making no attempts to fix, pity or push me. The fog remains. And with it, the threat.
Reporting from the Messy Middle
To look at things as they are unfolding and say yes, this is what I am feeling right now and it scares me and I feel like doing anything to stop it and, by the way, I have no idea how all of this will turn out? Now, in my book, that is courage. So, as it scares me so, that is my sign that I need to try it.
From Denmark, back to Romania: continuing the journey of self-discovery.
Here we are again, back in a Romania we chose this time, a new house but same crowds, wiser (maybe … ), older (in more ways than one), at the beginning of yet another road. As friends of mine who know more than me have taught me, change happens instantaneously and transition takes a long time, so that is where my family and I are now.
Could the re-election of Donald Trump be another (scary) indicator that education is broken?
What if we ask ourselves: what is this here to teach us? When the shock of the result passed, I asked this of myself and the answer came to me almost instantly: the results of these elections, and many other things happening in the world, represent privilege running rampant, in a world where education is broken and has been for a while.
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