May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
may love hold you in the hollow of her hand

A traditional Irish Blessing

And on the days when the road is steep and rocky
The wind bites at your neck
The sun scorches your face
Your field feels competitive and inhuman
And your whole life is flooded with notifications
May you know, that you're not alone;
that around the world a group of educators and learners is holding you,
that we all have these days, they are a consequence of the work and not your weakness
and tonight you can put everything down and rest.

Naomi's untraditional blessing for weird times