Irresistible Amateur

More important than ever to be the enthusiastic amateur rather than the disgruntled, grumpy, overworked teacher.¬† We can do this.¬† Don’t let your big district and boss lay the growth mindset trip on you; seize the day and each moment as #theonlymoment!¬† Teachers have all they need to be #changeagents, but it first begins with our own vision.¬† Is it clouded by the end of the year? Reset. Reset. Reset. via Jaded



We have created circles around chasing gratification. When we begin to leave the chase we have to find new circles. These circles support us as we examine the suffering the chase causes. These circles support us as we discover a new purpose. The Buddhists describe this as finding refuge. We find refuge from our old belief system. We find refuge from a world that does not understand the change in our life. We find a refuge for this new way of seeing. We find a refuge for this new purpose. Together we create sacred ground. This ground will be beneath our feet, it’s dust a gentle presence, we will be breathing in it’s scent as we take our first steps on the path to freedom.

-Rolf Gates, excerpt from a new book on addiction recovery and yoga, retrieved from FB 7/28/2017

Day 248 – My July has been filled with wondrous adventures and unexpected stresses from lack of normalcy and routine to food dilemmas, which have taken a toll on my body. ¬†As usual, I injured my shoulder inadvertently on the mountain hike in the rain (when I slipped) and have been receiving care from my chiropractor, modifying exercise, and not practicing yoga at all. ¬†Today, is the first day I am not working and not feeling poorly; my body has been reeling from the cruise food. ¬†Refuge is today’s theme, and as such, the reading in¬†Meditations from the Mat supports the quote above serendipitously well.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to share my “union” story with my brother and sister AR’s at the shop steward training. ¬†The buzz words are “collective,” “sister- and brotherhood,” and “community” here. ¬†I couldn’t help but think of CrossFit and Florida Tribal Dance. ¬†What makes these places so incredibly special: ¬†leadership, community, and love. ¬†These are places of refuge when we are suffering.

For me, my 40’s has been a journey of learning and unlearning and relearning. Similarly, Rolf writes: ¬†“I am someone who has had to work at life. ¬†Somewhere along the way, I picked up a set of rules for myself that put me in conflict with the world. ¬†I have had to unlearn those rules, and to painstakingly learn and apply a new set of rules.” ¬†However, as the opening quote of Day 248 (from/by John Gardner) points out, “we must strive to reach that simplicity that lies beyond the sophistication.”

As I spoke to my fellow AR’s about how CrossFit Milk District brings out the very best in a diverse group of people coming together at various abilities and levels of fitness and circumstance, I realized how important creating a place of refuge is for people, and how the people who create, cultivate, and sustain these places do so in the midst of a complex day-to-day life. ¬†Rolf aptly describes these people in today’s read, writing: ¬†“They smile readily and have a genuine concern for the people around them. For them life is quite simple, for if you come from a place of love, the world around you will respond with love.”

While I’m not suggesting in any way that people must find their refuge in unionism/activism, CrossfFit, yoga, or religion, what I am suggesting is that finding a community which supports us and is our refuge through our times of suffering and self-discovery (the learning, unlearning, and relearning) is essential to our well-being. ¬†Moreover, I can say through this reflection today I have discovered my currency is love and I feel best around others who share that value (whether they know it or not — feel free to substitute whatever buzzword needs to be inserted for currency and value). ¬†Love literally brings tears to my eyes when I think of all the people I love and who love me back in my family, community, and life. ¬†I am truly blessed. ¬†I don’t think it such a bad thing to want to create, cultivate, and sustain a community based on love for my school. ¬†We need refuge from our complex and sophisticated political, pedagogical, and bureaucratic culture.

Skills and epiphanies

It’s 7:34 a.m., and my day begins innocuously. ¬†I wake to see my husband preparing for work (he’s up later than usual, too). ¬†With no intention to rise early on my first day off of summer, I stretch and check Facebook on my cellphone plugged in by my bed, knowing that there will be 15-30 notifications with the late hour. ¬†I give some space every morning for doing this, without judgment to others that do the same (but that is a different blog). I notice a million things running through my mind: ¬†I should clean the bedroom, organizing my bedside, top of the dresser (that hasn’t been cleaned off in over a year), altar; I need do fold and put away the clothes in the laundry basket, wash the sheets, clean the bathroom; I can do yoga this morning (a long session); oh, but, I have a headache, so no morning crossfit session for me. ¬†I need to drink water…I have a headache.

It’s 7:43, and I slowly emerge to the kitchen and say aloud (my daughter, the cook, is packing my husband’s breakfast away to take to work due to the late hour): ¬†I want coffee, but I need to drink my water first. ¬†I already was up drinking water when I let the cats out (late, of course) at 5:30 a.m., and took my thyroid medicine, so I could drink coffee when I woke up without delay. ¬†I fill my smaller Tervis with water and a pinch of Himalayian salt, clean up our oldest dog’s accident because of the late morning hour, and call all our doggy friends to go outside. ¬†My husband is preparing his scooter (his transporation) for take-off to work (a morning ritual in itself). ¬†I tell my daughter: ¬†I have a headache (probably 3 or 4 times). ¬†My mind is spinning out of control with things I want or should do on my first day off. ¬†I should read an entire book (because I can), I should work in the garden¬†(I’m outside),¬†I can meditate and take time on my reflection¬†(see space365),¬†I should plant beans.

It’s 7:44, and I look down at my front yard fairy garden. ¬†The milkweed plant is stripped! I exclaim: ¬†What happened to my plant?!? ¬†¬†

It’s 7:45 a.m. ¬†I’ve called my husband out of his morning ritual, taken the pups inside, and grabbed my phone to take a photo (or 2 or 3). ¬†Our whole backyard used to be a butterfly garden, replete with batlike swallowtails (including zebrawings, which took 5 years to coax into our backyard), stalwart monarches, playful fritillary, and swan-like sulphur (until my cassia fell to the one and only bitter winter we had in Florida over the 12 years we lived in this house) butterflies. ¬†The planting of the front yard was a reclaiming of space, a ritual of touching the Earth, of feeling the potential–the tremendous potential–of life in all its possibilities. ¬†It was a small step in my stress management.

With my medications and diet (or rather, nutrition–a whole ‘nother can of worms to blog about) in balance, and with my mind no longer foggy, words bounce around in my head aimlessly and quite intensely. ¬†I’ve of late been calming them (which I will after I finish this blog) through meditation and reflection. ¬†I’ve been changing my habits. ¬†With all the should/can/need/want-to‘s in my head today, one moment of a wonderous and beautiful life cycle stopped this chatter. ¬†Seriously, the amount of joy that this brought me was profound, and made me think of all the previous times that I have experienced the same simple happiness over something so seemingly small.

Dutifully to my mindfulness practice, my mind started thinking of ways to encapsulate this joy into the classroom. ¬†How do I tranform ennui into excitement? ¬†Practically speaking, I don’t think I could; In fact, my book-study friend and I revel in a idea of Stephen Cope (see more information here), that boredom is a habit that should be cultivated. ¬†Still, I asked myself: ¬†How do you turn boredom into curiosity? How do you teach students to be moved by simple wonders? How do you get them to experience ah-ha moments in times of boredom? ¬†How do you teach skills and epiphanies?

The skill and pratice of mindfulness through meditation with habit-building, ritual, and reflection (whether it be a journal, blog, or notebook–or all of these!) are essential to a learner. ¬†My problem, unlike many of my students, is not too few connections due to meta-cognition deficits, lack of experience, sociocultural and socioeconomic circumstances, ADD/ADHD, or executive functioning, etc.; my affliction is too many connections firing at once. ¬†How do we differentiate for this in the classroom? How do we literally and metaphoically teach this simple joy upon seeing monarch larvae munch¬†asclepias¬†to death? ¬†This is my irresistible circumstance.