“What you do for yourself – any gesture of kindness, any gesture of gentleness, any gesture of honesty and clear seeing toward yourself – will affect how you experience your world. In fact, it will transform how you experience the world. What you do for yourself, you’re doing for others, and what you do for others, you’re doing for yourself.” Pema Chodron
Buddhist Offerings 365 Days Thames and Hudson, a collection of messages form the masters of Tibetan Buddhism, shared by Danielle and Olivier Follmi
This is their sharing for today.
It is kin to the spirit of the #ITR12 Inclusive Technologies for Reading Course – really fun and a revelation of collaboration and friendliness. Learning in new ways – people excited and baffled and distracted and pleased. So it goes: exploring, making a step forward, time slips by, and knobbly perplexities arise – like now: Where might I find two umlauts for Pema Chodron? – to show respect, she should have them! Yet I will let it go for now, and learn that another day, via help or tweet!!
Kahlil Gibran’s “work is love made manifest” evokes that same experience. Being with a student as their learning unfurls, a sense of wonder, and sweet contentment, shared… as happened today.
“And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.”
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
I shall lose my high school job at Christmas, and that is a very strange thought. All those hours of nurturing that experience in that place, that thread of life, the sweetness of it. The offering and receiving of a service. Those students who have chosen to come. I shall miss all our shared hours of teaching and learning, weaving through the days and weeks, terms and for some, years. Watching their skills grow. Them growing taller and wiser and me smaller! LOL.
So this is my first blog.
This day day dawes, this gentle day daws, and I must home go.
Anonymous – This Day Day Dawes – Classical Archives