What happens when a student brings a problem that you can discuss but not solve?
What happens when that problem needles you for the rest of the day?
What happens when you realize that the sermon you gave in response was for someone other than the people who had to listen to it?
What happens when you discover that you were triggered, but only long after the fact?
What happens when you arrive home unexpectedly morose and depleted?
What happens after you drink the calming tea and settle into the big chair with a familiar text?
What happens when you decide upon arriving in the kitchen that it is in fact possible for you to cook a meal this very evening?
What happens when you’ve taken the last bite of satisfying homemade cuisine?
What happens when your sense of equilibrium appears reinstated, for the time being at least?
What happens when you allow your mind to wander and the words to march across the screen?
What happens when you release the steam of guilt/frustration/lethargy in a series of generous sighs?
What happens when you drop your shoulders and measure the tension they’ve been holding?
What happens when you realize that weariness and wariness are more closely related than you suspected?
What happens when it dawns on you that the trigger from the afternoon had to do with injustice and privilege and that it actually enraged you?
What happens when the awareness reaches you that the power to say when formal rules apply in informal situations is most often assumed, rather than negotiated?
What happens when you notice that we – educators, parents, adults in general – really avoid talking about power, I mean, naming it in our immediate surroundings?
What happens when you acknowledge that once you identify power, how it moves, how it’s shaped, that you can never unsee it?
What happens when you digress?
What happens when you give in to rest?
What happens when you learn to let go?
What happens when you just stop?
edifiedlistener 
Oof. That? About power? It’s so much. Sometimes it feels like everything.
I have a weakness for questions that mean at least as much in the asking as they do in prompting us to produce an answer. So much of the tension they introduce need not be resolved in order for true revelation to come about. And of course, many of these questions have obvious answers we try to ignore–or layers of answers we leave conveniently hidden. Some of the questions are painful, some hopeful, some anguished. Thank you for raising all of them.