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teacher revenge

December 8, 2018

Payback at its finest. The email I have composed for my darling kiddies who have been flaky with rehearsals this year.

Music teachers are bitter souls who like exacting revenge. 😆

chocolate stash!

December 8, 2018 1 Comment

I have spent the year dropping hints that I like dark chocolate Haigh’s. 😉

Home from our final gig tonight, and I find myself with 8.3 KILOS of dark chocolate Haigh’s, in various forms…blocks, truffles, cookies, frogs, bars, slabs, pastilles, freckles, gift-sets, and more. 🤣

I am actually a little overwhelmed by the ridiculous enormity of that! 😂

And totally overwhelmed by the love + generosity of my Pulteney kiddies. 😊

(What the EFF do I do with all this chocolate?!) 😜

#firstworldproblemtothemax

#chameleon

December 8, 2018

I am chameleon. 😎

“just be more confident”

November 27, 2018

The thing is, if you want a child to become more confident, you cannot say, “Just be more confident!” Yet how many of us as teachers are completely guilty of this? I find myself saying this to my students despite myself, with ill-founded best intentions to support and build them up in confidence.

So what do you do?

You make eye contact with them.

You catch them in a moment where they are doing the right thing and you celebrate it.

Use their name, and not just in vain. Because you are glad to see them.

Thank them for the times they have done something to the best of their ability.

You are playful with them.

You see and acknowledge things about them that they did not even realise themselves.

And you love them and value them for who they are, not what they will become, even if it’s your duty of care to pull them forward and draw this out of them. You love them exactly as they are.

And then their confidence will grow, sure and steady, and the tiniest thing will take, and spark, and flourish.

dear darling girl….

November 11, 2018 2 Comments

Darling Girl, who aches with hope, here is what I say to you:

Fill the room with all of you. Not pretentiously, but with fullness, authenticity, and the very resonance of you. Stand still and sacred, without aggression, but without apology. Just simply being.

Speak with every ounce of who you are. All of your words in your own simple breath, not just the ones that are curated, consciously or unconsciously.

Succeed.

Sing.

Be.

Create.

Dare.

Hope.

Dream.

Be haphazardly joyful, silly, and playful, because your soul needs to breathe.

Fill every space of every moment. 

Live, without excess, but fully.

Don’t make space for something that is not there; your heart and soul will stretch when it becomes part of your life, when you need it, or indeed, when there is loss. You will stretch for both joy and pain. You will be okay.

Travel. My God, travel if you can and fill your mind and heart with new understandings which stretch you and embed you with life’s breath and fresh wisdom.

Travel, that you may experience a new angle of gratitude.

Travel, because this learning is embedded in the human spirit. The rushing need to be free, to live, to feel, to embrace.

Feel.

With every ounce of your heart, your flesh, your body. Do not hold back because you don’t feel you have earned the right, you beautiful, beautiful dear girl. Life will keep moving and you need to be a part of that. You can laugh and cry, shriek and run, without any fear that you will need to be a little more refined and quiet because you haven’t earned the right. You have. 

Being human IS your birthright. Not selfish. Human.

Don’t let that gloriously beating heart harden. 

Work hard to undo, unfurl, simplify, let go, de-clutter, and set free.

The emotional knots may be many and tightly done-up, but have faith and patience. With time and love, care and unfailing gentleness, deep compassion and courage, you will undo them all.

And your beautiful heart will keep beating freely.

Cry your tears. Feel you grief. Feed your soul. Walk, and keep walking, each step, knowing every crevice of your heart with authenticity and ownership. The shadows of your grief will never leave you. But nor will the absolute, unquenchable desire to live.

Make new meaning every day.

Change as a part of life is like pennies to the dollar, and possible every minute you breathe.

Love.

There is no other way.

There is only love. 

And my Darling Girl, I love you more than you know.

accidental win

November 10, 2018

Madly running around this morning trying to locate a missing Concert Band kiddie for the Remembrance Day service and I happened to look over at our perpetually-late, never-quite-groomed-to-our-satisfaction, more-laid-back-than-a-drunk-lizard Sir Year 11, and said:

“It’s WAAAAAAAY more fun when it’s not you, hey?!”

The return grin was wide + genuine.

year 11 boy-courage

November 10, 2018

Just come back from Year 11 Solo Performances with the absolute joy of being a spectator in the audience, not a care in the world in terms of piano accompaniment + marking, and just being able to cheer on my soon-to-be Class of 2019 music kiddies and get excited about their potential.

A very nervous Sir Year 11 was presenting his first vocal program having made the change over from trumpet. Part of the nerves was how Dad would react, and my heart just went out to him, wanting him to nail this performance.

I happened to be sitting in front of Sir Year 11’s parents. Dad leaned over to Mum excitedly and said, “Hey! He’s got a good voice!”

And if looks could kill, his Mum’s would have. She responded, stage whisper: “Yes, DEAR, your son DOES have a GOOD VOICE.”

Sir Year 11’s Dad, somewhat defeated: “WHAT?! It was a compliment!”

Kid, I think you’re gonna be fine next year. 😁

#colour

November 10, 2018

Look at the awesome postcard wall my Year 11 tutor group kiddies are constructing! 😍

#courage

November 8, 2018

connection

November 8, 2018

I am exhausted, but grateful.

This entire week, but today especially, has been a lesson in connection. I am so grateful for my Year 11 tutor group + my gorgeous Music kiddies who continue to challenge me to think, love, care and connect more deeply. Surprising, perceptive, full of fight, scrappy, big-hearted, generous, genuine, courageously raw + absolutely alive young adults who love and challenge me, and whom I love and wholeheartedly challenge right back. I used to be gentle about this, but lately, I find I’m absolutely all in. In on the hard conversations, in on the grittiness, in on the tough love, in on the massive belly laughs, in on the beautiful poignant moments.

I think I’m doing great, then I realise how much more I can do, or how much I don’t see until the moment I do see. I realise I need to look + listen MORE, catch the moments of connection, and be courageous in my words + actions. That each day presents tiny moments for me to be aware of, often out of my comfort zone, which I can choose to engage with.

I am exhausted, but so very grateful.

The conversations have been gritty, consuming, and revealing. But the connections have been powerful + very real.