...and writing. Of course, I have been writing.
Last semester was so fulfilling that this space between semesters seems quite empty. Which is why the article below was such a pleasure to read and incorporate into my own growth as a teacher and writer:
On Lucia Berlin, Mentor, Friend
Former Students Remember a Brilliant Teacher and Lovely Friend
“One of the most important gifts Berlin gave me outside of the impact of her stories and her friendship was her example of how to lead a writing workshop, which is to treat each student submission as a tiny miracle.”
This reminds me of the positioning we were encouraged to adopt as teachers in Jivamukti Yoga's teacher training program: approach every student as a holy being.
At first, students in my writing classes seemed surprised (and slightly horrified) to see the amount of red ink on their papers. I wish I could adequately communicate the joy I felt when I handed back their papers; half of the comments were congratulatory, the other half applauded mistakes. Good, make mistakes, I found myself thinking as I circled misplaced apostrophes and suggested different words. Mistakes are the miraculous part of the process—especially the ones we make over and over. This echoes a term I’ve been considering called “evolving repetition,” a state of living in which we repeat something over and over, and it’s through this repetition that we grow not out of ourselves, but deeper into ourselves. We move closer to the source. We inch our way towards a greater understanding of the world's wonder and complexity and our place within it.
It's such a privilege to meander around this place as a writer and writing teacher. There is a path to majesty, and to my delight, I can see that it’s dotted with run-on sentences, comma splices, and dangling modifiers. What a treat.