2020 was meander. Meander had me exploring with wide open eyes and a mind ready to take it all in—that is, until March 11 when school closed and then slowly, the world shut down. There were times when it was hard to meander. The days became rote at times, I meandered through drawers and cabinets which came out organized. Last spring, I felt like I was bumbling through remote teaching but looking back, it was meandering that helped me discover platforms, tools, structures and tricks to bring virtual teaching and learning to life. Fall came and I found I had meandered my way through summer. Poolside afternoons and cul-de-sac happy hours al fresco had stamped our summer with The Covid. Back in school, in a hybrid model, meandering was challenging. Block schedules do not lend themselves to the meandering that fosters surprise and discovery. I was happy to forgo meandering for the sake of looking directly into a child’s eyes even if it was through plexiglass. In 2020, meandering sat front and center when it could, and when it had to, it took a backseat. It knew its’ place in a pandemic year.
Now here we are, 2021 has come to greet us.
I’ve played around with many words. I’ve tested the compatibility of many with this new year. The word that has passed the compatibility test – plant.
I love plants. I do. I have fair amount in my home. I also have a fair amount of plants outside my home. I like to draw and sketch them. I like to remember the story that is behind each one. I like to remember the people that are in those stories.
I also love to plant. My husband, Billy, and I take pride in planting garden each spring. The work of planting (and tending) leads to harvesting. Inevitably, that harvest is shared. Reaping a bountiful harvest only makes me want to share.
This year, plant, will be my OLW. I hope it will guide me in seeing what I love, continuing to do what I love and ultimately sharing what I love.