Kiwi On The Loose

For a time in my life, and I so hope that it returns, the roads I traveled were in America. They were exciting roads, crowded with wonder at every twist and turn. Everything was new in its own way, I feel like it was a time of constant wonderment and much thinking. As time goes on I  find myself hungering for the road trips with Susan into the mountains or plane rides to new places, be they here or there.
I love being on the road.

The road of daily grind is  one that I am struggling with today. Dreaming gets tiring. You develop two separate lives that each sap your strength in different ways but they are both necessary. One begins when the other finishes. Who only works an 8 hour day. Certainly not dreamers. Two road confront the dreamer. One is your daily grind life, work and all that entails, and the other is the dream road, the one you need to travel to get to some other preferred destination. It’s a future you are trying to create, a different life or one that more reflects who you want to be. The sad thing I know is that you may miss the sights on the road you are traveling as you try to build the one ahead.BUT this is not new ground, many have traveled this path and so must I. I want to do both roads justice, they have a symbiotic kind of relationship. Saturday morning chores are calling. The reality of the road.

Hi faithful followers.

I am sorry that I have not been more active of late. I remain a compulsive communicator AND John Foster I haven’t forgotten about the rest of the Doc Holiday story.

I do have some exciting things happening and I will get to sharing these. Its great to be back in New Zealand and to have a job. I will never tire of saying that. Paying bills is a spiritual experience.

Being back at Kamo Intermediate and in the saddle I can see my perceptions from afar regarding me not being able to start @ the beginning of the year were askew. And I am glad about that. I have/had given a lot of me to the school since 1998. A little older and wiser now, I work to live and not live to work. I have many projects in the fire as it were, and the least of which is definitely not being the best me that I can be. Being a good you seems to come easy to some, for me I struggle with organising my shoes, or keeping to yet another filing system……but I know I am a good teacher, and its great to be back around students and to share the adventure of learning with them. Some of the world’s inhabitants and its management types have this propensity to want everyone to be the same somehow, while professing the virtue of creativity and diversity. Language and practise don’t often line up or shape the practical, visible outworking of philosophical positions.
I am blessed to be working in an environment where I can be myself, as I try to be the best me I can.

I shall return.