Things I Remember From My Mentors in School
I should always get out of bed the moment I wake up on weekends. I seem to accomplish a little bit more when it comes to my solitary moments. So far, I have spent 3 hours solitary at the new sacred space in the garden. An hour of living the internet life and 2 hours reading Madeleine L’Engle’s book. I am less groggy. And less lethargic. Digging into A Circle of Quiet for the last stretch of chapters. I may just finish this book in a record time of 1 month (this greatly frustrates and disappoints me because I used to be able to finish a book in 1 day). Still I move forward however slowly and find my way back to my writer’s rhythm. L’Engle provokes me to pay good attention. I wish she were still alive. I’d really appreciate some good mentoring loving care. I miss having a good mentor. Recalling my mentors back in gradeschool, highschool, college and business school in this (hopefully) brief roll call. Ms. Bocalbos . Was my 3rd grade reading teacher. She was stout and had a ver...