The Journey Continues

The journey had started in January.  The anticipation.  The thrill.  The newness.  It surely wasn't elusive.  Snap!  This sounds like a poem fermenting in my forty-six year old brain. "We will sell no wine before it's time," said some man in a commercial in the 80's commercials.  If wine's aging brings out the flavor, at my age my brain should be quite delicious!   So here is a poem as my reflection.

The Journey

The journey begins

In earnest

In Jan

Jan-u-ary

My mind was flowing

almost explodin'

with anticipation

Heart pounding

palms sweating

new learning 

on the horizon

First day

Not knowin'

What to expect

Nervous

Anxious

for good reason

Expectations on an astromical

level level level

Like T.O. said

Get your popcorn ready

Bring on the show

More like

fasten those seat belts

we are in for the ride

of the year

This time

I wasn't so

chiropractic

'bout my neck 

lower lumbar

S-1, F-5

Holding on

for dear life

lovin' every moment

within my cognitive dissonance

ZPD baby!

Learning

sparks flying

synapses

dendrites

put to flight

We have lift off

Rosenblatt

Beach

Purves

Smith

Allington to name a few

Got more to go

More to peruse

Collaborative conversations

Journey comes to untimely end

just nightmarin'

playing with your mind

just the beginning

Learning, moving, changing

Transforming

Revolving

Evolving

Me