a touch of time
Decompressing tonight at the campus Staff Bar, two fellow students and two department professors had a "go 'round" telling about each other's life trajectories that landed us all at that same point in time and space. I feel the world is still spinning exceptionally fast, and though the river's water is sweet and indulging, it's nonetheless a struggle to manage its swift current. The three other women in my Rotary class are all attending physiotherapy for unique individual ailments; I muse what may be lessons about mind-body connection.
We're one week away from the mid-semester break. I sweated over the first three papers I handed in as I pump my academic muscle back into shape, and have had to negotiate with every protesting atom in my restless body unaccustomed (for the past six years) to endless hours of motionless brainwork. Whereas initially I was struggling with feeling so detached from active, practical, people work, I have literally not had time to explore that frustration. Besides daily life tasks, reading, writing, and researching have been consuming most all waking moments. I still contend that academia needs to be reworked in its entirety, however; not one class should exist without a complementary practical component. Life's simply too short to not structure education in a way that immediately links to our everyday lives. I'm learning to direct these frustrations in the notebook of my soul where they'll all combine and converse to help lead me along my subsequent paths.
Besides the maze of graduate studies, I've happened to acquire a massage table from my Rotarian host counselor, and am developing a clinic space on our back patio (which is just a few feet from the wild turkey nest.) While it's not quite the rooftop over Buenos Aires dream I had envisioned, I can't imagine a more ideal alternative than the bird-orchestrated woody nook in the back of our home. And within 12 hours of announcing the opening of my massage space to peace fellows, I had five scheduled within the following five days... I've discovered a beautiful niche, for which I am, yet again, most grateful.
Deep bows to you, my friends:)
We're one week away from the mid-semester break. I sweated over the first three papers I handed in as I pump my academic muscle back into shape, and have had to negotiate with every protesting atom in my restless body unaccustomed (for the past six years) to endless hours of motionless brainwork. Whereas initially I was struggling with feeling so detached from active, practical, people work, I have literally not had time to explore that frustration. Besides daily life tasks, reading, writing, and researching have been consuming most all waking moments. I still contend that academia needs to be reworked in its entirety, however; not one class should exist without a complementary practical component. Life's simply too short to not structure education in a way that immediately links to our everyday lives. I'm learning to direct these frustrations in the notebook of my soul where they'll all combine and converse to help lead me along my subsequent paths.
Besides the maze of graduate studies, I've happened to acquire a massage table from my Rotarian host counselor, and am developing a clinic space on our back patio (which is just a few feet from the wild turkey nest.) While it's not quite the rooftop over Buenos Aires dream I had envisioned, I can't imagine a more ideal alternative than the bird-orchestrated woody nook in the back of our home. And within 12 hours of announcing the opening of my massage space to peace fellows, I had five scheduled within the following five days... I've discovered a beautiful niche, for which I am, yet again, most grateful.
Deep bows to you, my friends:)
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