The Marsh

Last month, in the thickets of of exams, papers, lesson plans, and more homework than I could ever write about, the world seemed to pause for a moment. It started with a simple request "Take us to the water". And our professor so willingly obliged. Of the 24 in the class, only 8 arrived on that cool rainy morning. Unskilled hands maneuvered paddles and steered canoes through the beautiful Bear River. This is what I wrote in my little red canoe: 

10.23.18

 

For the first time in months I feel at peace. 

The rain droplets fall, kissing my forehead and nose creating chaotic ripples on the water. There's the song of humming crickets playfully chatting as they dance around each other. The murky water is a source of life-- for the splashing fish, the peaceful pussy willows.

 When we entered the water we were laughing not knowing where the water would take us, uncharted paths full of new adventures. 

Eight of us-- future teachers. 

Not knowing the paths our lives will take us or the ripples we will leave in our students lives. Overall-- this is the start of our great adventure.