It's a very ancient saying
But a true and honest thought
That if you become a teacher
By your pupils you'll be taught
I've learnt that in spades these past few weeks
Every moment of jaw tension
Every freak out at "not being able to"
Every moment of self-imposed fear
I see myself in my students
Understand what they're going through
It's exciting to watch them make progress
It's frustrating when they repeat the same mistakes over and over
It's wonderful when they have their own "ah ha!" moments
They lead me to my own
Getting to know you
I'm learning Me
Realizing everything my own teachers were drilling into me over the past year
The only thing holding me back is myself
How many times do I have to discover that?!
Again, and again, and again it seems
The strange relief of it.
It's not something I'm not getting
It's not something impossible and out of my reach
It's the voice in my own head that keeps saying
You can't, you can't, you can't because.
Because of X. Because of Y. Because of Z.
It's all the same.
Tell the voice it's not serving you right now.
Focus on the work.
Do the exercises.
And trust, trust, trust that you'll get there
Eventually.
The end.
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Thursday, July 12, 2012
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Life I Lead
to dance around the living room
to watch cyd with her legs up to eternity flirt with gene
who danced in the rain laced with milk
so it would be more visible on camera
to watch yul and deborah
one-two-three-and across the royal palace of what is now Thailand
but used to be called Siam
etcetera etcetera etcetera!
to have tea with jam and bread on the mountains of austria
maria and mary are your nannies
julie is magical because she sings and dances and appears in two different movies with different coloured hair and rescues the children of europe and england from their sad fathers
just a spoonful of sugar and imagination and pop into the pavement to win races
singing makes everybody happy
even retired grumpy sea captains
yes sir!
to want to be a part of that world
to be a strong princess
to be like barbara and fiercely independent and capable
just leave everything to meeee
hello dolly, hello dolly, it’s so nice
to one day find yourself transported
from the land of oz to the rooftops of london
and all you have to do is click your shiny red shoes together
and wish and pray your life could be enchanted
the end.
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