It is now Spring Break for my district. Two weeks. Which means two weeks without daily sources of material for me. My work day is where my writing begins to whisper. Somehow, by day’s end, something is rising to the surface as a possibility.
Now, I am worried. What happens when I shift into the introspective, reflective time away from students? My writing may have more meaning or it may be completely disconnected from reality. Time will tell. All I know is for two weeks, I have kind of lost my place.
In these first ten days of Slice of Life posting, I have had daily inspiration sources.
I spend all day kid watching. I listen in. I hear things that stick. They turn over and over in my mind. Writing lets me define them. It enables me to make sense. It reveals things I am trying to learn.
I have lots of stories of this past week I haven’t told. But they will become farther and farther away.
I place some of them here to hold them.
The words from one little guy two days before our break began: “I will be missing you soon.”
The girl who read her story aloud to all of us at the carpet. As I listened to her words, I watched the dramatic reactions of her peers and realized, we have a writer here.
The quiet in the art room as students worked to find their dreams in their work.
The expression on the face of one child who sensed the theme of a story as I read it aloud. I saw everything in her face: disgust, horror and anger. Her indignation was just like mine the first time I read this book and it was pretty powerful recognizing myself in her.
A quiet Friday afternoon making Spring Break reading plans with my students, one reader at a time.
Gratitude Circle 20 minutes later where reading was mentioned time and time again. “I am grateful I finished my book club book. I really loved it.” “I am grateful for the books I am taking home to read.” “I am grateful we can borrow books to read while we are away from our classroom.”
I sent my students off wishing them happy breaks full of words and stories.
Yet I know in one way they will stay with me as I continue to write about the world we share.
Inspiration sources. These aren’t direct lines to follow. Happening and recounting. It is not just this. It is layering. Weaving. Circling. Wondering.
The examination of one thing as it becomes quite another. Word by word, new truths are made.
I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.
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