
I've been feeling droopy all day. I'm pretty sure I'm feeling the end of my summer vacation. June is always full of hope..... plans, lunch dates with friends I don't see often enough, projects that can be completed without the interuption of going to work, time is my own. During summer vacation, I own my time.
I want to sit by this Japanese garden. I want to read books about crystals and Journey of Souls. I want to listen to meditation music that takes me away from thought, and lets my brain travel to larger places. I want to look up from my book, come back from my mental travel, and see this place in front of me. I want to breath the air, smell the water, hear the breeze flicking the leaves. I want to feel myself being there, surrounded.
I'm not quite ready to turn myself over to the school. I need to catch my breath, before 18 third graders take ownership of me. I have 2 weeks left, but the image of summer vacation is fading before my eyes.
I'm going to sit in my invisible chair, turn on some chakra meditation music, and go on a mental drift. Maybe I'll find myself by a Japanese garden.
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