Hello Fellow Travellers,
I hope you are well. As the growing season comes to a close in our part of the world and I begin these conversations with you for the 2nd year through this space, I wanted to share how delighted I am to spend this time with you.
Last year, I had written about how sometimes we feel wobbly…
Coming back to a new school year is challenging for me/us as it is for our students, sometimes. Colleagues ask me sometimes “Is it me?” and I do my best to listen, just listen and if the connection allows, I reassure them that it is not them. It is all of us together, trying to figure out the complexities and the joy of this work one day at a time. As I was thinking about my day and week recently, I said to myself “this feels like I am pouring water on sand”. I sat with that idea for a while, had a cup of tea, went for a walk and I felt lighter afterwards. I had some new ideas about whom I would reach to, what I would continue and what I would reimagine. I let the words flow like the water I thought I was pouring on sand.
Here is my gift to you – my first poem here.
Pouring Water On Sand ?
Some days I feel
as if I am
pouring
precious
water on sand
The water disappears
and I don’t see
anything grow.
Yet there is
a deeply held belief
that this water
flows
and goes somewhere
underground
and comes up
far away,
in a verdant space
where there’s fertile soil
And the seeds
that you and I have planted
will thrive.
Will you also believe this
with me?
With You In Solidarity,
Rashmee Karnad-Jani
