One of my favourite places to unwind, irrespective of the seasons outside and within. Even today, if via a photograph.
When the student is ready, the teacher arrives.
Nature has pretty much everything, if not everything, that we need to learn from: it teaches us the concepts of diversity, cyclical patterns and behaviours, of cause and effect, unknown happenings, of beauty, the role of micro, macro and extreme events, continual erosion and sculpting, symbiotic and parasitic relationships, of coexistence, communication, specialised behaviour, adaptation, evolution, survival, balance, extinction… you name it and it is there.
And all these, in an approachable, unbiased, giving, periodic and spiralling manner, done patiently, consistently, unfailingly, peacefully, and, beautifully.
It provides an excellent environment for learning, a medium which kick-starts self-reflection and self-learning with such ease once you connect with it. Its millions of years of wisdom awaken curiosity and teach us to sense, think and feel.
If only we shifted our priorities and perspectives..
Evaporation, condensation, precipitation: Life cycle.
Some of us bubbles are smiling. 🙂
Woke up today, all charged up.
It was a holiday, and there were a lot of things I had to do for school, but more importantly, a lot of things I wanted to do for school.
Saw the two 911’s parked on my desk, and remembered these words:
“In the beginning, I looked around, but couldn’t find the car I dreamt of. So, I built it myself“.
Isn’t that what we need to do with ourselves and our surroundings?
Ever since we joined in our new roles as teachers last month, I’ve been getting a bit more time to read and ponder about the utterly magnificent dohas of Kabir. It helps to have a colleague who has been listening, reading and pondering on these beautiful and deep lines written hundreds of years ago, and recently I came across these two lines, which have made an imprint on my muddy mind’s surface.
What these lines say, translated as best as I can, is:
The clay tells the sculptor “what! You will beat and pat and trample me? There will be a time when I will do the same to you”.