Oh, did I ever fall in love with this morning. It was so nice and sunny, so soothing to my soul and bones. And I was still all a swoon when this lovely beginning of the day segued into the afternoon.
At some point on such a day I knew I would want to write, something, anything, because writing to me, is a form of play and this was a day in which to play. I, however, had no particular topics to approach in mind so I went to a website of writing prompts and blindly chose one that asked me to go through a dusty photo album which was no problem because my soul mate, a photographer del mundo, bequeathed me enough dusty albums to ignite a Haboob like the ones that smothered Phoenix. I was told to pick out photo #14 and look at it for 2-3 minutes and I sneezed mightily as I did so. “Then for 10 minutes, write all the feelings the photograph made you feel. Don’t censor yourself, just write.” So I did and here it is:
Oh, gee. First of all what a memory. How old was I? 35? Afro. Free. Black and proud, doing what I was meant to do, being who I wanted to be. First principal-ship. Horton Elementary. In love with the camerawoman.
On a journey. A year away from a new life as I would be with that woman in another year and we would have the most beautiful of children and the most wonderful life.
I was learning about learning. How we, the grownups, should be co-learners in the process. It’s all about love I believed and still believe. I could see the love I had for these children and the love they had for me; it’s in our faces, our smiles, our postures, our comfort levels, and also I could see that we were reflecting the real world as there were stresses in our lives; we were everyday people, struggling in our own ways, they subject to what their providers could give – me? I had a position from which if I did it honestly I could have much to give.
I remember the looks on some of these faces when they saw me dunk; when they saw me acting totally unlike a principal at the Talent Show; when they laughed at my ditties; I remember the high fives and the hugs, the moments of anger when one of us had let the other down…What a position in society, head of a school, around the energy of children, the spirit of hope personified, to be realized, to be, more importantly, sought, as how to create hope should be modeled, and modeled and modeled again – with some more modeling thrown in for good measure. How else do they learn better than when they’re treated as fellow human beings and are directed through basic human relations, through conversation, through interesting concepts of how to relate, how to appreciate, how to give, what avenues to pursue…
Ten minutes. Time up. Wow, what precious memories. What a day. Time for more play.