When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Buddhist proverb
It’s no surprise my mind is on teaching today. I’m rereading Siddhartha for book club tonight. I will be leading the discussion and I want to be prepared. The university where I facilitate alternative education certification seminars begins its fall semester next week. Yesterday I received details about the GED writing workshops that I will be responsible for in October.
I was a public school teacher for 30 years before retiring in 2001. I wanted to be a writer, to write about my teaching experiences. I was ready to put all those years of teaching language arts into practice. But just as I was becoming comfortable in my “new” life as a writer, my only child died. Suicide. Why? Where did he go? What did I do to bring this on? What could I have done differently? Questions I was only able to ask my notebook.
“Physician, heal thyself” (Luke 4:23) became “Teacher, instruct thyself.” There was so much I needed to understand.
And I discovered the closer I became to the experience of death, the more I knew I wasn’t ready to let go of life. I needed to reconnect with the world I was once a part of. To leave the safety of my “inner teacher” that was rapidly becoming isolationism. I could find other ways to learn. I could find teachers wherever I was.
And that is where I am… and ready for the new school year.