tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846801835840472827.post259506222890811091..comments2023-06-22T07:35:08.170-07:00Comments on clue: a space: a kernel is hidden in meJabizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09477762880791981559noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846801835840472827.post-66491675874630362162012-09-24T19:47:47.620-07:002012-09-24T19:47:47.620-07:00Great post,Jabiz and having just come from Sibu I ...Great post,Jabiz and having just come from Sibu I do have the outdoors & what it teaches us so eloquently on my mind (post coming up). Anyway, well done Hesse. I love how he found beautiful language to articulate emotion and grit and meaning on some of these undefinable ideas. Beauty. Strength. Truth. Poetry. Nature. I had a tough time choosing which lines I appreciated the most. Apart from the one you indented in your post, this one jumped out at me. "Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life." I think it did because I encouraged and watched one of my kids in 7PGu climb a gigantic tree in Sibu a couple of days ago. Something she has been dying to do since arriving in Singapore. I hope somehow it opened up her heart having been able to do that. It most certainly tugged at mine. I believe she knows how to speak to trees and knows how to listen to them and I also know it's been tough for her not being able to be one with them. Much like me and the sea. It took my getting out of my smitten Singapore haze to realize what I miss about being away from my home the most. I miss the ocean. <br /><br />Finally, I love this idea of incepting seeds. From Caine's Arcade to Hesse's bait...I cannot wait to see who will bite the bullet and build ... well, whatever. You keep on talking about high fliers...I think we might be in for a surprise as to who will bite. So far, UWCSEA students have left us agog with who they are and what they can do often. <br /><br />Sheesh. I love our job. <br /><br />Anyway, thanks for being an inspiring teacher, my friend. Seriously. I know it doesn't matter that you are only a classroom away as Bryan has pointed out (Teachers Abroad) but I am a lucky duck that I can barge in your room pretty much anytime I can. Ms. Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02244641364441849806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846801835840472827.post-25755024171183085532012-09-24T10:01:22.934-07:002012-09-24T10:01:22.934-07:00Awesome timing on this one, Jabiz. I stole a littl...Awesome timing on this one, Jabiz. I stole a little of this quote (how had I never read this one?!) and put it in this picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/adventuresintalons/8020167408/ <br /><br />Which is another bit of crazy serendipity, as this picture was of a little journaling session that you helped instigate, where I'd just played the class your poem/song "Poetry is Nothing" and cited you as one of our Talons Teachers Abroad. <br /><br />A little more on the scene in this post: http://bryanjack.ca/2012/09/24/a-kernel-is-hidden-in-me/ <br /><br />Wicked stuff. Thanks for the invitation! <br /><br />BBryan Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00008448359054668384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846801835840472827.post-43697167437912301062012-09-24T05:55:20.419-07:002012-09-24T05:55:20.419-07:00I agree with you when you say that we are like the...I agree with you when you say that we are like the trees Hesse describes. I agree with you, because I see this metaphor in myself and in how I want to grow and be the best thing I can be. It's when I try to be something that I'm not that things go wrong. Can you imagine a tree trying to be anything other than a tree? <br /><br />I think of the crepe myrtle trees in my front yard as a child that I liked to climb on cool, fall mornings. They lined the curb by the street in our neighborhood. Above the crepe myrtles were power and phone lines. The trees didn't mind these wires. They just stretched their boughs and limbs out and around the wires. They weren't going to let a modern inconvenience stop them from becoming who they were meant to be. <br /><br />We, too, learn to do this. When confronted with problems or challenges, we learn to problem solve and take risks. A tree doesn't stop and die - it continues on in the face of struggles. No matter what, it is determined to live and grow. I want to be like those trees. Sometimes I don't feel like I can do it - that I'm strong enough. But I surprise myself. <br /><br />I wonder if a tree is ever surprised by itself - in its own resilience? Mary Worrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08385390738636935368noreply@blogger.com