Mabon musings
I am amused.
It is a Friday night over here. I feel like I am wearing a bag of heavy rocks and my soul wants to go hunting.
At work, everyone is sniffly and sick. Students are stressed. I have one or two students who are either hospitalized or resting at home, because of high fever. There seems to be a miasma in the school, a vile concoction of stress, virus and tension. It is a bad place for empaths and sensitive sorts. Everyone's nerves are frayed.
But I am amused.
I am dealing with a couple of tattle-tales, kids who think that they are doing the school (and themselves) a service by telling on other people. Normally, these sorts would come up to me, all secretive-like, and tell me about So-so having cheated during an important test. It riles me because one of the school's values is Integrity... which the kids seem to have misinterpretated.
Being a tattle-tale is NOT honest.
If you know that someone is doing something bad, say it. You don't have to hide behind a facade of 'I-am-so-honest-I-am-talking-behind-people's-backs' BS.
'Nuff said.
But I am still amused.
The Wheel of the Year moves. My own body is in transit. I slept like a log in the afternoon, one of those days I could come home early for once. And had dreams. Wolves and shifting were the motifs. But very fleeting, like whispers, caresses. Lingering. Canines with tawny fur but definitely wolf.
I want to heal. I am operating at half my usual capacity. Where did my strength go? All I knew for these past few weeks was work and more work. And I am definitely amused because they are trying to implement a 5-day work week... which is causing some degree of amused consternation amongst the teaching community. For many, teaching (and its added crap) is 24/7. No. We are supposed to be human and infallible at the same time - so, at the end, there are no breaks for us.
Heh.
It is a Friday night over here. I feel like I am wearing a bag of heavy rocks and my soul wants to go hunting.
At work, everyone is sniffly and sick. Students are stressed. I have one or two students who are either hospitalized or resting at home, because of high fever. There seems to be a miasma in the school, a vile concoction of stress, virus and tension. It is a bad place for empaths and sensitive sorts. Everyone's nerves are frayed.
But I am amused.
I am dealing with a couple of tattle-tales, kids who think that they are doing the school (and themselves) a service by telling on other people. Normally, these sorts would come up to me, all secretive-like, and tell me about So-so having cheated during an important test. It riles me because one of the school's values is Integrity... which the kids seem to have misinterpretated.
Being a tattle-tale is NOT honest.
If you know that someone is doing something bad, say it. You don't have to hide behind a facade of 'I-am-so-honest-I-am-talking-behind-people's-backs' BS.
'Nuff said.
But I am still amused.
The Wheel of the Year moves. My own body is in transit. I slept like a log in the afternoon, one of those days I could come home early for once. And had dreams. Wolves and shifting were the motifs. But very fleeting, like whispers, caresses. Lingering. Canines with tawny fur but definitely wolf.
I want to heal. I am operating at half my usual capacity. Where did my strength go? All I knew for these past few weeks was work and more work. And I am definitely amused because they are trying to implement a 5-day work week... which is causing some degree of amused consternation amongst the teaching community. For many, teaching (and its added crap) is 24/7. No. We are supposed to be human and infallible at the same time - so, at the end, there are no breaks for us.
Heh.