A clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
Do you think William Blake is onto something about running?
At this time of year, many teachers I know claim to die a slow and mainly meaningless death by paper. Paper cutting, editing, grading, revising and shuffling. I don't mind so much because I can't imagine doing anything else, or rather I can't imagine procrastinating the doing of anything else. In fact, I'm not much good at anything else, except for this reading and writing business...and even then. I've got the twine, for sure, and some of the joy and woe. I say now and forever, long live William Blake's "mind-forg'd manacles", but here's to getting out of that rut.
...and "through the world we safely go", with our bus pass, house keys and whatever gets us from point A to B.
Happy running or whatever it is you do when you're not thinking about it.
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