Monday, January 9, 2012

It Never Gets Old

The new semester begins, and I enter the room to greet a fresh group of students.  The magnificent people sitting there fill me with wonder each and every time.  What a privilege to meet them!  What a sacred vocation to teach!

It never gets old.  They take out pen and paper and write.  It starts again--this beautiful journey--where I ask them to walk, and I find them dancing. 

I sit behind the desk, and I gather their stories into my heart.  At this time in history, on this very day, I enter their story, and they enter mine. 

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What a blessing to say a task "never gets old."  Do you feel that way about your work?  Why or why not?

6 comments:

LB from Texas said...

Could I distill your essence and multiply you times seven and have you sit behind the desk in every one of my son's classes?  Wow..what a privilege for the Nittany Lions to have you teach and guide them.

Live with Flair said...

You are too kind, LB.

Jocelyn Scott said...

There's something about the PROMISE of a new semester.  Like a brand new journal or the middle of a pretty morning.  Absolutely anything could happen.

Pre├čndirndl said...

I started to work as a breathing therapist. To connect with your breath and thereby with your body is something that is new again and again – each breath you take is a gift of life.

Live with Flair said...

Breathing therapy sounds like a beautiful career! 

Live with Flair said...

I LOVE new journals.  Are you really my twin?