In A.A. groups, members speak of “higher powers” – forces that are somehow
larger than our own lives and that can care for us in ways beyond our limited
abilities -- and I sometimes sense a similar power at work in my classroom.
There’s only so much I can make happen in my teaching -- I with my relatively
limited years of study and practice, and with a mind that often makes more
confusion for myself than clearness. I stumble in my teaching at least as often
as I triumph, and my many mistakes each day definitely don’t make me feel like
an all-triumphant teacher. I take help wherever I can find it, and I often find
it in a place that I can’t exactly put my finger on. Perhaps it’s the same
interior place where people get comfort when life crashes in front of them, or
where wisdom arises when we need it most. Maybe it’s the place where ideas
first develop, especially the ideas that hold us up and help us see the light
in times of enduring darkness. When I’m wandering around in a lesson, looking
for ways to work at least some small magic on my students, I sometimes slow down, stop, and
simply listen to my thoughts – and usually some of them start seeming stronger
than anything I could make by myself. Some of them, it seems, were sent from
somewhere I’ve never seen – from a power that sometimes finds me in the
classroom when I can scarcely find myself.
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