love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
zora neale hurston
about a month ago, i found this little gumwrapper heart on the ground. days later, i found a tiny saint charm which is the size of a pencil eraser. on some days, the sprinkling of pennies, saints and hearts is what keeps you going, isn't it?
after being turned on to plato & his allegory of the cave, this photo is a perfect shoutout to my roundtable homies.
tuesdays are my favorite days. i have a class in which we read copious amounts of teaching theory and discuss our thoughts with our beloved visionary/teacher. every tuesday, i am reminded of an old children's illustrated Bible that we had which showed little flames of fire over everyone's head, illustrating that they were speaking in tongues. that concept always fascinated me. this class is so intense, so real and so human that i always think of those old illustrations. it needs its own flame nestled in the tangle of overhead lights.
yesterday's topic (okay, one of them) was regarding online learning and online teaching. this concept really worries me for some reason. i had been told that this is the wave of the future and i immediately clung to the comfort of the classroom. i still do, because of the tangible humanness of it. how do you tell online how that student is or if he/she is having a hard time drawing a perspective or getting their idea out of their head and into the pencil in their hand? would you miss the numerous nuances of your student (or your teacher, for that matter) behind the veiled wall of the computer?
yet, after i was getting my worry on, i thought of blogging. you do get the gist of that blogger and you don't get cheated out of glimpses of their soul. i have friends for life whom i have never met through forums and blogs. when i think of how their very essences came though in their typed words, i am now rethinking the idea of the possibility of this new wave.
to fall in love with a book or its author, do we have to be sitting at their feet? you get that treasured soulconnect with their words. their humanness in print, if you will. is that possible to capture in an online learning/teaching environment? do you necessarily have to be in the same room to connect?
anyway, this all has my little brain working and makes me think that i might be eating a my words sandwich for lunch one day.