Beneath Still Waters

I am really missing the Grand Canyon tonight. Something in its quietness and unsurpassing beauty... the stillness of the air calls to me tonight. The canyon was always a place to slow down and to be still. It's where I could see the hand of God in the creation laid out before me, in the people to come to my register and the coworkers who would become family. Being still, listening to the quiet. Sometimes, I forget that stillness, that slowness of pace.

I feel as if from the moment my feet hit the floor, I'm on the go, always moving, always thinking, always doing. Never just simply being. I forget to just simply be Brooke. Life moves at such a fast pace - at least in my world. There is a great difference in 12 kids and 17. It's just simply more. I don't know how principals of large schools do it - how they remain in the students lives but still able to do their jobs at the same time. This is my worry. I can feel myself distancing from the students, because I can't do both jobs - teacher and administrator - 100%. And that's unfair. But its a fast pace, all the time.

I long for the stillness of the canyon, the quiet evenings with stars that explode out of the sky. I long for the air, the smell, the pace of it all.