by Myra Foster
Those first “Back to School” ads always hit me like a high-dive into the icy Dorset quarry.
A jolting reminder of that bittersweet balance between memories and possibility. Excitement and nostalgia.
It’s been years since Labor Day signaled both the end of a lovely languid summer vacation and the promise of shiny shoes, monogrammed backpack and new notebooks ready to be filled with French translation, algebraic formulae and big ideas.
Yet as August wanes, I continue to make my annual pre-school pilgrimage to Northshire Bookstore where I choose an empty Moleskine and my personal first-semester syllabus reading list.
- Train my brain to be quiet. Even if I can rarely sit still.
Required Reading Running with the Mind of Meditation: Lessons for Training Body and Mind
- Stretch. Literally and metaphorically.
Required Reading Warrior Pose: How Yoga (Literally) Saved My Life
- Eat More Kale. Reap the bounty from farmer’s markets, roadside stands and my backyard.
Required Reading Drink the Harvest: Making and Preserving Your Own Juices, Wines, Meads, Teas and More.
And now for the electives. Crochet? I could make an afghan for P. Kiddy. Clarinet? I played through elementary school maybe I could pick up where I left off. I got it. Tap Dancing.