Imagine a sweet, brown-haired girl sitting attentively at her desk. Her books and spirals are neatly stacked in her desk's "side-car" cubby. Her pencil is placed just so atop her desk, ready for action when the teacher gives the cue. She is eager to learn and ready to please. Her mind is open to possibility.
As each year passes, this scene is similar- the venues change but she is always ready to absorb new information from the world. Places influence her beliefs and people influence her spirit.
Eventually she gets to University (and proudly wears orange with the herd.) Her path is not clear at first but chance brings her to a particular building and just the smell of it makes her feel at ease. This young girl (now a young woman, really) who always craved knowledge, realizes that the best way to secure a life committed to learning is to help others learn as well.
This direction is a perfect fit and though there were a few struggles along the way (maybe out of fear of leaving an establishment of research and learning) she makes it through.
Another university now calls to her (this time she wears red) and she is able to strengthen her craft.
Finally it is time to step into the world and share. To learn along with others everyday. To teach.
The calling to her roots is strong. Things fall into place, just as they were meant to be, and this girl ends up back where she started.
She is where she was first inspired, first taught. Where the howling to the moon and the stars is a call to knowledge, not the heavens.
She is home.
