Prelude to a Time of Chaos?

Next week, things could all get a little crazy. That's the suspicion being harboured as term time looms, and the realities of being registered with three different supply agencies become closer to being fulfilled. Good grief, there's grand potential for chaos in such choices! Let's hope it doesn't all explode into a fiery massive disaster. It can't be that difficult to be a teaching assistant, surely?

Casting about for a profession is a chancy business. You can book TEFL courses, apply for teaching fellowships, sign up as supply teaching assistants, copyedit textbooks and try to drum up business as a tutor but if none of them work out you do tend to have a problem, one not easily ameliorated by anything short of a miracle. What do you do? Go to sleep and try not to think about if for a while? Put up some shelves? Practice your juggling?

Let's think about weather instead: It's a heat wave here in Carmarthenshire, still, and the peril of being pale is taking its toll. After months of being able to go out and take the constitutional midday walks that prevent a total nervous explosion, it has all become rather difficult, but evening walks do become the order of the season. Oh, to not be so pale but constantly flushed would be a lovely thing. Also, to not be a compulsive buyer of DVDs and books would be nice too, but let's not ask for miracles twice in one paragraph. It might upset the karmic wagon.

'Karmic wagon'? Karma is a fascinating thing, that idea that your actions can directly influence your own future in a metaphysical manner. It's a keystone of many Asian religion and systems of thought, intertwining with reincarnation quite elaborately in places. The God-less systems of thought and belief have been interesting for a long time, involving as they do meditation and self-exploration and sitting between faiths and psychology much like a keystone. This will all require some more writing, should I become more knowledgeable on the subject. I tried to meditate a few times, but the heart beat was so loud that it kept throwing things off...

One can only hope that if karma is real then things can only improve. That's a nice thought. Nobody will ever find out about two lives ago and the hijacking of that zeppelin to take a leisure trip to Bognor. How could they?

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