Mesquite blossoms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Who knows the future? I don’t. Three weeks ago, I thought my fate was sealed: I would become an exile. The little Sonoran Desert school where I’ve been teaching had too many teachers at year’s end; as one of the last hired, I became one of the first to be let go. I prepared to spend the summer hunting for another classroom somewhere, anywhere. But sometimes miracles happen, and out of nowhere, I’ve been asked to help establish and teach in a new alternative education center right where I am. Now I know why some exiles from long ago started singing when their seemingly bleak future suddenly became bright: “When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy….” (Psalm 126:1-2, RSV).
these golden blossoms
here today, gone tomorrow
nobody knows how
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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