The bell rings
Teachers greet students
With smiles bright
Like the morning sun
Another cycle has begun
We learn by doing
Make mistakes then fix
Meet the challenges and make
Growth through not yet
The cycle continues on
Until one day
We matriculate
To another place
And time
A new-yet familiar-cycle resumes
What’s the curriculum there?
I wonder if I’ll make friends.
Will I love that life
As much as this?
New Parking Spots
New Colleagues
New Schedules
New Standards
New Challenges
New Relationships
A new perspective,
Gained by learning and making,
Subtle changes over time,
That take root and become,
Core Values,
Essentially inseparable.
Changes will always come.
My acceptance of change,
Becomes easier the more I practice and process.
Transforming fear and discomfort,
Into calm acknowledgment.
Not fighting, but flowing,
Leading to more Joy
More Friends
More Words
More Love
More Life
More Me
One by one we meet
Ready to take on this destruction
To reorganize and build
A haven,
A place where it’s safe to grow,
A place for becoming.
Our needs?
A list of tasks,
A familial knowing of what’s required
To get the job done.
Hit play,
Smile with nostalgia when the 12-string chord resounds.
Two hours later
The music stops.
The tasks are completed.
My haven is ready
Because we made it so.