The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
It was light out tonight as we made our way home. Shadows danced around the narrow curves and between the canyon walls. The sun was still shining when we pulled onto our dirt road. I slid the key into its place without the help of the porch light. I made dinner in the golden glow of the approaching dusk.
But now, now it is dark. I know the mountains are out there, but they are quiet. And the dark, the dark is deep. After a day spent with a furrowed brow against a pounding ache, I welcome the dark. The deep, deep dark. It makes me want to close my eyes.
But I have promises to keep,
To answer the unanswered question. To help with homework. To make dinner. To start the shower. To provide feedback on the assignment. Feedback on the staff development.
Promises. To myself, mostly. To be the kind of mom she deserves. To be the kind of teacher and colleague they can count on. To be the kind of writer I aspire to be. To fulfill this daily challenge. To dedicate this daily time.
And miles to go before I sleep,
Checking things off the list that separates me from the dark behind my eyes. Close to failure, but I find enough. Enough to do and to be.
And miles to go before I sleep.
More than enough. I find joy in the doing. Joy in the being.
*Thanks to “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost for today’s thread.
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