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    Are hard people your teachers….or do they not deserve that title?

Are hard people your teachers….or do they not deserve that title?

 

I have a long time friend who has always argued with me on one point.   She says: “Hard times/hard people/hard events are NEVER my teachers~ they are simply my lessons.” She stands by this fast and hard, and I set out today to try to unpack the difference for myself and hopefully start a good dialogue with you.

I have always (eventually) thanked the people in my life who have hurt me for teaching me resilience, fortitude and the strength of my bounce.  Yes- they are my teachers who show up without an invitation, but later I always am grateful for the sand in the oyster they provided. They were not chosen teachers but teachers nonetheless. My friend and I  have always laughed and agreed to disagree on this point.

I venture to think that she thinks it gives them too much power to deem them teachers~and I get it.  It’s an important title.  But I also think giving them this title gives ME more power to construct a positive map of what’s happening and maybe even why.

I write this from the bench.  I had ankle surgery Friday and cannot bear weight for 2 weeks.  This time and injury is certainly my teacher–unwrapping lessons every day. That’s just it.  Teachers deliver lessons, whether they were asked in the door or not.

I am wondering what you think~ and how this rolls across your desk.  If  your feathers  get ruffled–good.  This deeply reflective work is supposed to work us over and rinse us out.  It’s about perspective and how we name something, and names and words matter.  Is the word or concept of teacher reserved only for those who we choose to learn from? Are there stories too […]

By |September 10th, 2013|Blog|0 Comments

Guest Blog by Erika Randall Beahm ~ Words of the day

Dear Friends,

My world is shifting. If I were a compass, I would wonder if perhaps East was my true North. If I were a typewriter, I would have uneasy thoughts about the new box , emblazoned with an Apple, next to me on my desk. If I were a hand-pressed book, I would wish for the whetted knife to come quickly and liberate my pages so I could know how the story goes. If I were the captain of a large ship in a small bottle, I would be holding on to the handrails wondering when we were going to sail over the edge, or into the iceberg, both terrified and excited, about what  may lie ahead. Nothing is terrible, but everything feels new and I have change enough to spare.  ”New” feelings are so easily misnamed–excited becomes scared, busy becomes stressed, eager becomes anxious.

word of the day: mantra

My dear friend 2e and I have had a rallying cry, a mantra, to move us through for the last 8 years.

“Bring the Fury.”

We would say it as we rose in our small two-room cabin in Michigan at 7a.m. to ” Get up Trinity” ourselves from our futons. We would say it as we poured our dixie cup full of coffee, lakeside, en route to teach teenagers how to be the dancers they wanted to become. We would text it to each other before performances, masterclasses, hard conversations. We were full of fury and it felt fiercely good. I don’t have enough energy for fury these days. So I’ve needed a new mantra, a new marble to roll to around in my mouth, my hand, a new perfect spoon with the exact right arch. Mama has […]

By |September 5th, 2013|Blog|0 Comments