"Sea Meets Sky", oil, by Oriana Kacicek |
Yesterday,
my second day of retirement, instead of attending meetings at school I was
present at other kinds of meetings. I was up early enough to see the darkness
join the dawn in their accustomed casual but efficient meeting. I silently sat
in on the meeting as I watched through our windows the sunlight lightening the
clouds. Some birds sang at the meeting, and some interested squirrels spoke,
and a few flowers stood in silent attentiveness at this misty morning gathering.
Later, Delycia and I drove up to spend a day with our grandchildren, and we
started with a well-organized meeting with them at the kitchen table. The
agenda was precise and the talk was trenchant and professional, with
nine-year-old Noah presiding. In a few efficient minutes, we prepared a
prioritized list of activities for the day, after which the meeting was punctually
adjourned and tasty apple turnovers were passed around. Finally, on the drive
home after the happiest of days, Delycia and I had a productive meeting side by
side in the car. This was the best kind of meeting, an affectionate sharing of
feelings, a conference between people who care. We summarized the day’s
successes, made a list of favorite moments, and suggested some future modifications
in our grandparenting methods. We concluded the meeting with a quick and tender
touching of hands in our shipshape Honda Civic workspace.
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