As you may know, I am the teacher of the creative writing program at my favorite Cedar High School, and as I have been preparing for the new year, I have decided that I need to have my students write more on a daily basis, not necessarily on the project they are working on, but writing for the sake of writing so they get better at writing. Then I realized, a bit to my dismay, that if I'm not doing that, I'm a Hypocrite - yup, with the capital H. I don't plan on posting all my writings here, but when I have a good idea and a computer around, it seems like the prudent thing to do (image in my mind of SNL parody "Wouldn't be prudent" - and there is your random thought for the day)
Here it goes.
I was just outside watching Will ride his bike and (surprise, surprise) the wind is blowing. This time is different though. While I hate the wind 98% of the time, there are those times when the wind is blowing and I can smell the rain that's coming. It's times like these that I LOVE the wind. This wind brings the promise of change, and a change to something I adore. I don't know what it is, but rain has always had the ability to alleviate whatever stress it is I have in my life. The smells, the sounds and especially when accompanied by lightning, the sight is the most zen-like experience I think I've ever had. I've about decided that Buddhism started with a couple of friends walking through a forest somewhere, arguing over how tall the Wall of China was going to be when it started to rain, and after a moment or two, they all looked at each other, took a deep breath and had a simultaneous audible sigh.