i'll let you know when i get there

school ended.

teeth what matters? someone died today. loss. fear of losing. it was good, last week, in conversation to hear myself saying, "that was when i was sad" like it was a billion years ago a childhood memory formed by it, but so far removed i have been immeasurably happy and am but it occurred to me that i will not always be this happy- that sad will make its round again. what matters in a world where people are lost? now happy or sad matters maybe. do not succumb to unfounded fear do not dwell on if but make a little home in now

Sound bytes: "Ms. I, is it bad for someone not to believe in God?" "What do you mean by bad?" .... "I don't know... like, my cousin is an atheist." "People are always growing and changing and trying to figure things out. It is OK to question." Concerning students/people who defy expectations: "What it comes down to is someone at some point told them they could do anything they wanted to do." Why her parents chose to raise her as they did: "No one told them that who they are is enough . No one encouraged them to do what they wanted . So they made the conscious decision to raise us differently." Maybe the most important role of teachers/parents rests in paradox. To provide a framework from which to view the world, but also to encourage them to challenge or question or explore outside of the framework. To set clear limits and at the same time to teach them that there really are none.

although i've broken ties with a belief in god, i wonder what to think about the whole idea of the transcendent. because i have (had) moments of transcendence. (transcendence from what? to what? into what? retreat or advance? an acute awareness of being, the way the present moment consumes any thought of past or future, embodying freedom at whatever cost ) whatever this is... this deep deep peace and contentedness... i want it to stay. i feel more of a sense of wonder and awe at life and the natural world than i have in a long long time. free to wonder and feel and be. "The disappearance of all things and of the I leaves what cannot disappear, the sheer fact of being in which one participates, whether one wants to or not, without having taken the initiative, anonymously. Being remains, like a field of forces, like a heavy atmosphere belonging to no one, universal, returning in the midst of the negation which put it aside, and in all the powers to which that negatio...

what i do know is it is good to be. honestly.