I thought about how cleansing a storm can be. While it's happening, it can be scary...just ask my dog...but after it's over, I wake up and feel renewed.
Maybe we need to storm sometimes too. Let it all out and see what's left and how it feels. I storm...on the pages my notebook. When I'm frustrated or worried or ecstatic, I open the pages and let it all out. The emotions paint the pages of my notebook...it's all left there. And after, I feel renewed. I breathe more deeply, think more clearly, and feel better.
Without thunderstorms, what would spring be? Without writing, who would I be?
I have always been deeply connected to the role of the classroom teacher and it is still where I feel most at home. Yet, the invitation to move into a new role where larger growth is possible also beckons.