the day before - prologue

My TESOL class strarts tomorrow and I am back in London. I was here two months ago to write a newspaper article. I've been studying hardcore for three weeks. Realizing that God created Egnlish to over compicate things. I haven't been in a classroom where I wasn't the teacher in over 20 years. I think of the changes, the old life, the commaraderie of the sword. The language has it's flows and it's ebbs. I admit I'm a little scared. Probably more intimidated than scared. Neither emotion I'm used to dealing with. Just relax and breath, find the flow, yield to overcome,feel the fear and go on. The price, the fee of fear is in not paying it. It when you don't let yourself feel it it exacts it's toll. I haven't been blogging much recently. Very little to say. But now as my mind frees itself and see what may be a future. I feel the warrior poet's song again.