Pouring Water On Sand ?

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