Omg 5 decades! What does it mean? Not much really. I have taken in oxygen for another consecutive 365 days. Whoopee! I don't feel like I have contributed anything this year. Perhaps 51????
Winter is here.
10 years ago
One man's ramblings about the journey of life...
To a mind of flint, the teacher must be iron, and strike sparks. To the empty pitcher, the teacher becomes a well. To the fallow mind, a planter of seeds. To the cluttered mind, a gardener to weed, shape, and clear a space for growing. To the lens, the teacher is light, and to the mind of light, a lens. To the sleeper, the teacher is the wake-up call of birds at sunrise. To clay, the teacher is potter, sculptor, and trainer in self-shaping. To the wanderer, the teacher is a knowing guide. To the developed mind, the teacher is colleague, listener, friend. To all, the teacher is a mirror that shows not only the self but the path and its choices, the task and its demands--the difficulties, the joys. To all and from all, the teacher is a learner, a person--and a prism through which the ordinary continuously reveals itself to be miraculous.
"It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge." Albert Einstein, Charter member of AFT Local 552Princeton, New Jersey
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