Fridays in geology we discuss a weather related topic and we hit the jet stream this week. Geologically speaking it is a thin line between cold and warm air. After weeks of it being south of us, we are now enjoying the warmth from it going back north.
My friend in Oregon, who has found me, sends a note. She has noticed that I have changed and speaks of a friend who has requested prayers. And I wonder if I have a jet stream myself. It meanders in one direction and I sit in church and feel moved by the spirit. Then later I sit in church and rationally wonder why I even bother to go.
Bird watching seems to linger as part of who I am. At school we are trying to feed birds and I had not seen any till a noisy flock of starlings showed up on Friday. A much hated bird by many a birder, I just hoped that their noise might attract other birds. I didn't wish them to choke to death as I might have in the past. Leaving for the weekend a flock of bluebirds catch my eye and I hesitate before I go to my car. 45 minutes later, a hawk flies across our street as we pull up to our house. We walk not to the house, but to the hawk. A Cooper's, I do believe.
My students ride this meandering wind with me. Am I more interested in having control by being full of authority or do I have the classroom I desire by relaxing and letting more joy and fun enter. Some have told me about this roller coaster and I welcome them to the ride. And thank them for their comments. I learn much from their critiques.
Awareness seems the key as it often is these days. Aware of where my jet stream is headed before it creates a storm I did not see coming. Sometimes I imagine being in the stream, and it feels good.