The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. -Elizabeth Bishop, "One Art"
It’s been almost 4 months since I’ve blogged.
This is the longest I’ve ever lost my writing voice.
Ironically, I’m currently sick, and my voice has been going in and out all day.
This school year has been a whirlwind of change and excitement– co-teaching for the first time, finding my roots at school after 3 years, last minute wedding planning, remembering to do last minute honeymoon planning, getting married, going on a wonderful honeymoon, celebrating our first married holiday season, enjoying a week off of work together, adjusting to being back after the new year, and that brings us to tonight.
Today, my students took part in a poetry recitation contest. Seeing their smiles and nerves as they recited beautiful works of art on a stage in the auditorium reminded me– I love and miss my art of writing. It’s time to be back. It’s time to write. Otherwise, the art of losing (it) isn’t hard to master.