I am a human, being human, most days. I am, a wife, mother, chef, yoga instructor, and a teacher. I ebb and flow with each moment in my life. I deeply connect to who I am and I experience this crazy world through these crazy eyes. The picture really sums me up. I am an optimist. I have been long wandering at times, but I have never truly been lost because I am always where I need to be.
The Art of Teaching
I am an educator, yet my students are amongst my greatest teachers. I am successful only when I succeed in passing on my love for learning. If asked to surmise my educational philosophy it would simply be that the art of teaching is practiced, never mastered. It is constant, never static. It is passion shared.
I must be an active part of the process for my students. Learning and teaching are symbiotic and constant. These processes do not happen in a vacuum. There are always going to be those learners outside the range, either on the high end or low end of the spectrum. There will be those too, that linger in the middle. As an educator, I believe it is my responsibility to facilitate and guide students to the path of lifelong learning, regardless of their position on the curve.
Lay down a great foundation and any student can learn, disabled, gifted or perfectly in between. I am continuously amazed at what the human spirit can accomplish given the opportunity in life. It is all about the process and passion.
These days I am investigating Mindful Schools and hope to provide insight and musings on how that develops in the coming year.
If you have an interest, here is the link to my blog on education Mrs. E’s TOOL. Right now I am blogging on digital communities in education. There’s some cool information, I am learning a lot as I progress.
I have been practicing yoga since 1992. I began as a yoga student in Miami under the tutelage of Bobbie Goldan, a student of B.K.S. Iyengar. I began my journey like so many others, in pain. I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia and to add insult to injury I was squashed under my husband’s horse in a spectacular accident, leaving she & me with permanent damage. As a once competitive athlete, I was really struggling with my new pain-filled body. As an academic, I struggled with a fugue filled mind and waded through the nebulous of a once clear thought process to teach subjects I had known so well. As a human being, I mourned a once vibrant life with a saddened spirit and aching heart. Yoga was my last resort.
Today, yoga continues to bring me the peace and comfort I need to be able to function mentally and physically in my crazy, busy, wonderful life. I really do not know where I would be without my daily practice. I no longer suffer from a pain-racked body or mind. I still have days where I am slow and that’s okay. I sit, meditate and breathe into freedom. I am free as a result of my practice. I have more flexibility and range of motion than I did at 20. But the real benefit comes as I move closer to my true self with every breath and therefore the amazing world around me.
My yoga has changed and mellowed over the years. I turned 56 this year and have had to honor my body in that process. My yoga is a little more Yin than Yang some days and I am cool with that. I can still balance, invert and sweat my way through a 90-minute class so I cannot complain! I might just have to agree with my friend who told me your yoga is different but its importance will continue to be better and more meaningful every year.
As I continue on a path toward an advanced certification in the Classics of Yoga this year I am grateful and proud to be a part of such a wonderful life community. My commitment is to walk with the joy of knowing I can and do, without the pain of mind or body and celebrate the success of others doing the same.
You will come to understand I am a bit experiential and crazy artist when it comes to food. I make some extremely successful dishes and there are those that really never should have been created. My wonderful husband tries them all.
My passion and curiosity express themselves in my cooking. Food is canvas all its own sometimes. As I age, my husband and I continue to try to lead healthy lifestyles. Though neither of us is very disciplined about it. In my blog, I will post the good, bad, and the ugly. This is not a cooking blog, but if there is something you want to try, I’ll make every effort to come up with a recipe!
For me, cooking and writing are decompression. I can spend an afternoon submerged in my kitchen or at my desk and just disregard the rest of the world and its goings-on. Both are truly a practice of mindfulness. I write to get ideas down on paper so they don’t clutter my mind. Blogging is my way of communicating that I am an active citizen of the world.