The new semester begins, and I enter the room to greet a fresh group of students. The magnificent people sitting there fill me with wonder each and every time. What a privilege to meet them! What a sacred vocation to teach!
It never gets old. They take out pen and paper and write. It starts again--this beautiful journey--where I ask them to walk, and I find them dancing.
I sit behind the desk, and I gather their stories into my heart. At this time in history, on this very day, I enter their story, and they enter mine.
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What a blessing to say a task "never gets old." Do you feel that way about your work? Why or why not?
6 comments:
Could I distill your essence and multiply you times seven and have you sit behind the desk in every one of my son's classes? Wow..what a privilege for the Nittany Lions to have you teach and guide them.
You are too kind, LB.
There's something about the PROMISE of a new semester. Like a brand new journal or the middle of a pretty morning. Absolutely anything could happen.
I started to work as a breathing therapist. To connect with your breath and thereby with your body is something that is new again and again – each breath you take is a gift of life.
Breathing therapy sounds like a beautiful career!
I LOVE new journals. Are you really my twin?
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