Here's to a new year of thinking, writing, sharing, growing through the weekly Slice of Life experience.
To set the tone for slicing this year, here's some clarification:
Slicing isn't:
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The flowing, jangling energy of the song matches the bouncing, enthused steps and rhythm I can get in during two walks a day: slices of solace as savory as the ruby dinner plate-portion of watermelon my family enjoys which get carved from looking and feeling deeper during the already pleasant wavelength that is summer vacation.
The metaphor lyrics painting the truth that so many of us know: home is a person, people, the insulating c.a.r.e. we feel in those core people’s presence, which simultaneously makes us safer, more confident, happier, calmer, better. That is the home and love I have with my husband, with whom I do share about half of the walks with, discussing school, our families, education, politics, the dog, the abstract, everything. When I was feeling overwhelmed on Tuesday night at the prospect of being responsible to 167 people spread out into groups of 31, 33, 27, 20, 28, and 28, my husband surprised me Wednesday morning with a dozen teaching-theme memes (below) posted around the house on mirrors, door frames, my desk, and the breakfast table. I was smiling and laughing by the second meme, feeling home in my relationship, my profession, and this late July life of alarm clocks, hazy but pleasant morning drives, and the prospect of a new school year.