On Days Like These

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Megan is awaiting a MRI, so we wait.

This waiting is difficult. I try and stay in the present, and not project a thousand different scenarios. I want the outcome to be good but also realize that there is the possibility that it isn't, and how do you deal with that? I constantly force myself to not get caught up in the vortex of fear, worry, and sadness. I need the energy for other things...like for today.

The death of a co-worker and a student shook up the entire staff and student population, a building full of grief, disbelief, tears, and stories. Kids wandered about the school seeking the solace of friends and teachers, trying to come to terms with their own relationships to these people. We are a small school, and an intimate school. Tragedy like this sends a tsunami through our microcosm.

My heart ached for all..the families, the kids, my peers. The next week is going to be rough. I have to take care of myself so that I have the strength to do this, and thank GOD tomorrow is Friday.

My intentions were to go into the studio for a little while, then go out with a friend, but instead I sit and ponder, type, erase, edit, ponder, and think I should put on meditational music, make dinner, and focus on the beauty of an early fall night with a glass of wine.

Patti

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Andrea said…
**hugs**
4:58 PM
Unknown said…
im so sorry to hear you are going through all this... hope the mri comes out clear and that the community weathers the storm... big hugs and calming energy to you... xox.... annie
6:04 AM
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