I find myself thinking about my
students and missing them of late.
I've been ever so blest in teaching,
both in Mexico and US. In thinking
about it; different cultures, different
languages . . . still, same students.
Having taught for just over 40 years,
I always have en eye out for interesting
topics to share with my kids. I found
that journaling increased language
learning, hence the search for ideas.
Their journey to the states and the
circumstances surrounding that
parental decision, finding lodging,
jobs to support hearth and home . . .
all intense things to write about. I
can only imagine how both painful
and amusing these memories must
have been for them.
In looking at my own life and the
memories housed therein, I can't
help but wonder if these musings
are good or ill for the soul. Both
probably.
Still, insisting that my students
write daily, rather makes me think
I damn well better follow suit!
parchment pen and ink
mysteries to be conveyed
put mind to paper
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