THE CHANNELS OF ALL OF LIFE’S PROMISES

From a conference room where I teach. December 12th, 2017

I had a long and tiring week.

It included a snow storm and horrible driving conditions;

cold and biting wind;

teaching contracts that have tilted to the bad side of too many;

a constant cough that appears to be caused by allergies to what’s in the air at one of the places where I teach;

sad or worrying news about people I care about;

more sad or worrying news about them;

a heaviness I carry around, which is the weight of what I cannot change or resolve (at this moment in my life, it’s as dense as gold);

and a sense of being trapped in a power crusher, with the walls of time closing in and no way to stop them. No room (not for escape, but for breath and perspective and space to maneuver).

At such times, I walk about with the feeling that I could easily cry (and wouldn’t that feel good?), and that I am inadequate to the task of being a good friend, a good daughter, a good sister, a good mother, a good teacher, wife, neighbour, human being …

While I tangled with all of these, the sun rose every morning, and my life–the single miracle from which everything flows—never failed in its task of moving me along.

My sister, hip deep in her own struggles, remembered to enquire about the wellbeing of a friend I worry about;

A son cooked dinner for me to come home to late in the day, once, and then again the next evening. His alchemical actions transformed food into love, meals into sharing, and weariness into wellbeing.

(How do any of us survive loneliness?)

A friend reached out to me and found my hand, though I couldn’t hold hers nearly long enough.

An afternoon and evening spent with my granddaughter and grandson yesterday took me sailing on a true-blue ocean of simple, hopeful joy. It saw their parents off to a Christmas party and the rest of us, my other sons and husband, together, making merry ourselves.

A first son fetched us a meal of fried, roasted and sweet foods that left us all with greasy fingers and feelings of satisfaction. He choreographed the day’s end: stories, baths, bedtime without mama and papa.

As the house went quiet, my sons and I—they with their extraordinary niece and I with my sweet-hearted grandson—lay in the dark next to the small and trusting bodies of these children who are the channels of all of life’s promises and reminders that we cannot fail them, and listened to them breathe in the dark, sometimes moaning softly, sometimes crying out as the day’s tiny storms caught up with them, entering their dreams.

Danielle, Christian, Louise, Simon, Jeremy, Anne, Penelope and Graeme, I love you. Thank you.

 

 

3 thoughts on “THE CHANNELS OF ALL OF LIFE’S PROMISES

  1. Dearest Teacher;
    You have such a warm, passionate, caring and a loving Heart that works as a magnet, but attracts whomsoever meets you “willingly”..!

    You have always made French language that you teach,or rather “feed”, sound so romantic and caring..
    You made us share our thoughts and imagination in the class in such a way to love each other ..
    I can imagine how fortunate your family is to have you as a guardian..!

    You are an adorable human indeed..!
    Hats off..

    Your faithful student(s)
    Mohammed

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  2. Dear Mohammed,

    Once again I find your generosity of heart and capacity for love and kindness in this comment.

    In your lifetime so far, I’m sure you’ve often been “one of the channels of life’s promises” to those around you.

    I like the word “guardian” that you used. I’m not sure I’ve earned it, but now you’ve given me something to live up to. xo

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  3. Oh, and Mohammed, this: “You made us share our thoughts and imagination in the class in such a way to love each other” is perhaps the loveliest thing a student has ever said to me. Merci xoxox
    If it’s even just a little bit true, then I am profoundly happy.

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