There are moments and days that I feel intense despair. I don't know how to explain it other than I shiver to my soul. What brings it on? Maybe it's an election where 7% of the vote doesn't get any seats in the House of Commons, but 10% somehow grab 42. Maybe it's how the looming spectres of peak oil and climate change enter so many of our conversations and news stories yet they doesn't seem to invoke any real commitment to change. Maybe it's how a personal pizza can make a mockery of everything we claim education is about. Maybe it's just about how much I miss the guiding lights that always seemed to know a way out of the darkness.
Do I tilt at windmills or do I dig my hands and feet into the earth and search for that spiritual connection that I know is there? Do I spend the rest of my life playing with extended metaphors or do I give myself over to daily mediations and the present moment? I should be old enough not to mess around with this kind of angst but it's been a helluva year.
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