Orientation zen

My days of orientation this week have been a deluge of theorizing, conceptualizing, rhetoricizing, bleeding from the eyelobes (I do wish eyes had lobes, the world would be all the more weird for it). I'm settling into the role of it all... that is, I hope. Come Monday, day # 1 version 2.0, when I suddenly have 24 students, then I'll see what this is all really about. I'm exhausted by all the terms. Inquiry. Dialectical. Recursive. There are days of diagrams, photographs, lists. It's all very ordered. And I'm not complaining. I never met a list I couldn't appreciate. But I need my sleep.

Thankfully the writer, poet, practical-speaker-of-truth Montanan Richard Hugo amazes me, here.