Open: When my heart sings
Sometimes when we sit with those we respect, our teachers, friends, our elders, and we listen, our hearts open. There are some people who are… Read More »Open: When my heart sings
teacher
An ode to my teacher
My teacher saw in me
what I
could not see
in myself.
Maybe it’s just me, but I wonder for how many people does this ring true?
Why?
Why did someone see something in me, and why couldn’t I have that vision myself? Is it something in our culture? Something with upbringing? Some factor… gender, schooling, money? Or something internal -the ability to see possibility over weakness? Isn’t a child told ‘no’ thousands of times in their first years of life? I’m a thinker and will always wonder.
Regardless of why, it still holds true: