Frazzled

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a little worn around the edges, not that I’ve done enough work to deserve such a feeling.

Perhaps it’s merely a surfeit of beauty. Perhaps I’ve photographed one too many beautiful flowers, pursued one too many green herons, walked too many miles in my own shoes.

I know when I visited Vancouver and saw old friends who were still teaching I marveled that they could drag themselves back to school another year. Most have now taught several years longer than I did before retiring.

Perhaps it’s merely the INTP in me, a personality seeking new adventures, new challenges, hating mindless routine, endless repetition. Luckily, education met those demands better than most occupations or I could never have stuck with it for thirty years. Still, after thirty years the sense of deja vu was more than I wanted to endure.

At the moment, though, I’m feeling caught ‘twixt and ‘tween, not quite through summer, not quite ready for fall. After last week’s hectic schedule, this is a down week, but Saturday I’m heading to Colorado for a week with kids and grandkids.

I’ve just finished reading Yi-FuTuan’s Space and Place, and there’s much I’d like to say about it but don’t feel I have time to adequately cover before I leave. I’m starting Gaston Bachelard’s The Poetics of Space and suspect I’ll get considerable reading done at the airport and on the plane, both going and coming. Hopefully when I get back I can comment on both and add my own reflections on a sense of place, a topic I’ve been increasingly focused on since moving back to the Puget Sound region.

So, don’t expect many new revelations from me in the next few weeks. I’ll still be posting some pictures and ideas that I hope might actually pass for thoughts, but I’m not quite up to starting back to a regular schedule of reading poetry and non-fiction just yet.

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