a daylight dream

 It ’s the first time that, as an educator, am conflicted by very detrimental views. Danger was looming in for years now— technology, AI and virtual realities equated by the low attention spans, multi-dimensional cravings for intense realities and a differential human expression to say the least. I’ve never felt it so close before, but it’s here, and I’m touching it with my own hands. The last few weeks have been a little deranging. I was trying to arrive at a conclusion— should I elegantly ride the wave of technological expansion or resist, staying loyal to this beautiful mirror of God’s humbling creativity— this glorious Earth. I tried to resist for sometime, and it has caused me so much stress to keep fighting, rooting my determination to stick to the truth. This resistance shook my love to my profession and the children I’m serving. I found myself dragging myself to plan my week’s learning experiences, feeling dread over the uncertainty. It’s the nature of our times, it seems, ...

every winter holiday is quite healing. there is so much beauty in the surrendered slowing down of time, the stretched out possibilities finally being taken care of and harnessed. this time, I arrived at the holiday feeling a little burned out from the tumultuous cycles of stimulation I have at work. I needed a lot of time to simply wind down, enjoy the sunshine and let go of all agendas. of course, it’s terribly hard for me not to have an agenda. this little parasitic pattern of me keeps showing up wanting to control even the tiny parts of the day which I should not control. I have been there before, and for this pattern to erupt with all the stillness made it a little stressful to observe. one afternoon, I was working on a little drawing, and it’s when I noticed how this voice was judging every single pen stroke. when I’m writing or doing anything else that is creative, birthed from original design, I never feel that way. I’m quite used to processes that have steps I can tinker with i...