I knew that I would make it to the Thanksgiving break. I did not know how I would feel. I am new to my school and not new to teaching. It has been new. It has been very different. In a good way. This would be the point, if I had more reflective time that I would tell you how it is different and just how new I feel at this job. There is not something I can point to directly. I do know that I am ready to explore the pieces and parts of art education in a public school that are relevant, new and changed in my practice. I am gathering my thoughts. For the time, here is one of my favorite poems by Wendell Berry to keep all of us remembering that this is an imperfect perfection.
How To Be a Poet
(to remind myself)
i
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.
ii
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
iii
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
Source: Poetry (January 2001).
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