Heart appeared in the sky. See it? Be it

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Who Are We Kidding?

Just watched Sissy Spacek in Beyond the Call and am reminded that there are hurts we cannot hide. They must simply be held. Hurts like war or incest where the victims are innumerable must be made room for until we are able to end them. Making room does not entail the silence of complicity. But it does require a paradigm shift such as has yet to be seen. It requires those who do not consider themselves victims to take preventative steps as though they were about to be.
Thank you, Veterans, for serving in wars you did not have the luxury to declare or decline. Welcome home. Thank you, Survivors of other kinds. May you soon dwell in peace in homes worthy of you where the ones you love are not the enemy.

The Fat Lady Singing

Beethoven makes wonderful music for grading portfolios. The Berlin Symphony Orchestra’s rousing rendition of his 5th symphony, now playing on iTunes radio, provided the perfect balance of light and heat to enable me to salvage something praise-worthy in an otherwise lackluster (by comparison to those most recently read, though splendid in comparison to this specific student’s previous work) Legacy. Though extremely slow-going, the grading of portfolios is perhaps my favorite part of the semester. Students prove to themselves in the process of writing an introductory letter (their Legacy) to incoming students, what and how they’ve mastered course objectives during the semester. We lose more than a few along the way yet retain enough to forgive the casualties if such a thing is required or possible. Everyone can learn – perhaps not on my watch – but I have it on good authority that I am a teacher who cares enough to support learners to achieve the high standards transformative learning requires.