Day 4: Dreaming of Connections by @okmbio #12DOD
Woven Into We
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
problems. big and heavy. strewn across my path. i strained to move them.
we might pass each other at the copier.
you...in your problem bubble and i in mine.
we would shuffle off...
worksheets piled high, like lollipops for toddlers on long car rides; we could eke out 5 minutes to check email, slurp cold coffee, take that last deep sigh...
"ready to do battle" teacher face. ON.
in charge of everything and everyone. it hurt to the bone marrow.
do not dream...do not. dreaming is dangerous, it shows on the face: vulnerability.
scared to hurt, pieces of broken dreams lying shattered.
i sob and sob. heart heavy and sore.
each of you drift into focus. from dots in the distance to limbed smiling bodies to hug.
you and you and you, and...you.
people who dream with the lights on. who say things ALOUD that were only said in the secret part of my head.
connections pull me up. way up. ahh. i see far off into the distance.
i stretch to explain what i see. no need for yoga.
it hurts from growing. brain knitting all the time.
dreams. creep. in. like a silent cat. i don't see them enter. but one day. i wake up and there they are.
LOUDLY singing and marching and dancing around.
a liquid landscape. always mixing, new reactions, layers of connection.
spider-silk strong. invisible and flexible. dream to dream. heart to heart.
we all shuffle in.
children of various ages and adult person.
we sit in a circle and talk. steaming drinks in hand (we buy a kettle or two in this dream).
conversations sculpting our vision into plans.
we negotiate the implementation of the curriculum. together in the open. this is not a course.
a course is set.
a course has winners and ribbons and a start gun. no more course.
(and WHY did i want you to run it anyway? it had been run by 1000's before you. ludicrous to run the same course over and over again. THEN divvy up the resources of life as if there is not enough to go around and based solely how closely you can stick to a course predetermined by me and those who indoctrinated me. the gun i held to your head did not hold bullets. it held failure and killed you just the same.)
how will this work for you? how about for you? we decide what the words mean to each in this time and place.
we talk more. esoteric and grounded. it is hard. it is honest. no games. no gaming. no badges. no worksheets.
we connect to each, to our own story. we connect beyond the walls cement and cold to warm beings who live in far off places. each of us creating their own unique pattern of connection.
each frees their story. the one we have been dying to tell. the one we did not know. until we connected to it. we find our way to tell it. building it out of eclectic materials.
there are many problems to be solved. children, know them, so much better than me. i will trust them to find and solve the big problems.
i bend to support. and then... i see students flex to support me. to support others. strands weave into a shape yet unknown.
warp and weft. over and under. over and under.
this is the start.
the start of my dream.
this will be our dream. i won't own it this time.
a connected classroom. each has to create it. children and adult connected to something greater than themselves.
connected to the yin and yang of dreams: impossible and possible.
we sink in. deep. into the weave of we.
“This is not the wisdom of the crowd, but the wisdom of someone in the crowd. It’s not that the network itself is smart; it’s that the individuals get smarter because they’re connected to the network.”
― Steven Johnson