The End of Something

Something is missing…

Read After Burnout


Something is missing.

“Getting thrown out of baseball was like having a part of me amputated. I’ve heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that have been dust for over fifty years. That was me.”

Shoeless Joe Jackson, Field of Dreams.

When I ended my relationship with teaching, a part of me ended. The divorce was not fully signed and sealed but I had reached an immutable moment of realisation that told me that that was that. My affirmation was that I would never return to teaching; ever! So why is it that I find myself sitting here at a desk at the front of a classroom far out into the sticks of a far-out county? The truth is that I’m on the edge of the world and right on the edge of the sea that cares little for immutability. There is nowhere else to go; this…

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