The fall cold has hit me hard. I was supposed to teach about proteins this morning, but trusted my heart and taught about rest instead. It’s week sixteen, I told them. In a normal semester system this would be a break week. Let’s go have breakfast.
We sat at a long table in the cafeteria and I let them tell me their stories. So many roads to the same place. They are dedicated and tired. Rest is important.
We’ll pick up the proteins with an extra lecture on Monday. After the weekend. After a little more rest.
Some lessons I am still learning too. We stayed in tonight and I played in the kitchen, practicing pot roast. I am pleased to report I am getting better at that too. And resting is an important step.
(I used Ina Garten’s Company Pot Roast recipe from barefoot contessa’s back to basics. We didn’t have cognac or onions -howisthatevenpossible- and I am rarely a celery fan. It was delicious.)
So many books in the to-read pile! I’ve been reading some, but between bears, work, moving, and life, I haven’t made as much time as I’d like. Ten minutes before bed feels like a treat. My plan is to read longer, but sleep is the greater need of the moment and I don’t last too long. That is all right. I trust my body knows what it needs. And so I rest and rest more. And soon the moving will be done and work will be in a less-busy phase of the cycle and I’ll have the chance to read chapters instead of paragraphs. Soon. For now, it’s more like pretending to read while dreaming of the real thing. Soon.
We must be doing something right – tonight she wanted to stay up just a little bit to finish copying out a Keats poem she found. And as if that wasn’t enough to warm this mama’s heart, she looked up two words in the dictionary all on her own! Shoon and ingle. Good looking up words. She’s going to turn out just fine.