pressured. My art head saves me. I notice the sun setting, the daylight fading, reminding me how late I am. But then, I begin to focus more on the beauty of the color of the sky. Magnificence setting behind a mountain with a cloud just peeking above the edge. Intense light with a harsh line creating brilliance. Oranges of the sunset, blues of the sky, purples of the mountains, yellow or white (which is it?) of the cloud.
I slow my driving to allow more time to savor the fleeting moment and determine the subtlety of the colors and to allow more time for the image to seep into my brain.
I exhale again.
I become keenly aware of my options – remain focused on arriving on time at my destination
(maybe! Barely! Hopefully!) or focus on the visual moment. As I slow, Ichoose that which I know is true to my soul. And I feel more fed, whole and complete. At ease and more able to take in what is in store for me as I walk into the classroom with one minute to spare.
A reminder to be true to myself
always and it will all work out.