My reality is now transferred to this list of names in my computer, the essays of whom await my attention and editing and grading. My mind does travel in a way it did the snow just moments past because I go fast forward to the process I have to undergo: looking into substance, grammar, style, format - followed by the decision of a grade.....and all these for each of the 40 students in my lists. And just for the week. Some travel!
But I am ushered yet into another dimension of travel - not physical or work associated but psychological or spiritual, if I may say so. My mind wanders to the extent of my existence not necessarily in terms of length. Or should I pinpoint to this as the essence of my being? So it is not a physical travel I feel I need to undertake - to understand that part of my self which is not of this world, is it?
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