Next project

Not sure what the next project should be.  I am still casting around trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.  I'd like to go back to school, it is invigorating to be a student.  It is also expensive and takes a whole lot of energy.  I feel like I still have so much I want to learn.  I want to learn how to be a good instructor.  I want to learn how to use technology in the best way to be a good instructor.  I want to explore the creative part of being an instructor and designing learning opportunities.  How can I do this?  I am 56 years old and there is part of me that is saying that I am too old to even consider it.  What benefit would it have?  I am sure that I could do a better job if I knew more about instructional technology, designing e-learning modules, and just felt I had more time to devote to the tasks of devising library instruction sessions.  The days fly by and I am lucky to have 20 minutes of time in a block to do anything.  Don't know.  Still thinking. 

Aire and Angels - considering another metaphysical metaphor - word art

http://www.bartleby.com/105/6.html

Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921.

John Donne

6. Aire and Angels

TWICE or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapelesse flame,
Angells affect us oft, and worship'd bee;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,	5
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soule, whose child love is,
Takes limmes of flesh, and else could nothing doe,
More subtile then the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too,	10
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love aske, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fixe it selfe in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,	15
And so more steddily to have gone,
With wares which would sinke admiration,
I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught,
Ev'ry thy haire for love to worke upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;	20
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere;
Then as an Angell, face, and wings
Of aire, not pure as it, yet pure doth weare,
So thy love may be my loves spheare;	25
Just such disparitie
As is twixt Aire and Angells puritie,
'Twixt womens love, and mens will ever bee.

word art

All things are new

I have resolved that this is going to be the best year I have ever had.  I am blessed to have an interesting and challenging job, wonderful husband and a great son.  Son has just graduated from college so a major family milestone has been reached.  It was a challenge for all of us and we are grateful for the help we all received along the way from our employers, friends, faculty and staff of his college.  

I don't expect these blogs to be interesting, captivating or even worth the time it takes to read them since the main reason for doing is to explore my own inner workings and motivations.  Today is a new day, a wonderfully expectant day, a day to relax and renew.  May even get out in the yard and chop on some bushes or get the running grass out of my overgrown and underattended flowerbeds.  May just watch the History Channel all day or eat up large chunks of time on Facebook.  Clearly, the day is full of possibilities.