Birthing Day

My week in Cancun had me in the mood to write some poetry and reflect. it was a welcome shift from my post for Leading Connected Classrooms, and it helped to restore the joy of writing. 



It has happened.

You are here.

Surrounded by beauty of  brokenness.

Grace. Terror. Fear. Care.

All a part of the maze that you have entered.

The darkness of the past allows no return.

The present is almost always closer to a memory than reality.

The future brings hope, passion, problems.

Welcome again.

The struggling, the beautiful struggling lies ahead.