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choral commission: new lyrics!

July 11, 2019

These are the lyrics for my new choral commission, Magic Happens in the Silence.

“Magic happens in the silence

You can walk beside your heart

You can see between the moments

You can dance amongst the stars!

Light illuminates the impossible

Words alight and tell your soul

You can count between the seconds

Stand and see, you become whole

There is magic in the silence

That you never fathomed possible

That you never thought would pull you

Realigned 

Rearranged

Born again

Turned around

With your compass firmly fixed upon the stars

Where you are

Where you are

Listen to the magic in the silence

Of knowing all that you are.”

 

 

courage over comfort

June 23, 2019

Well then. One serve of courage, please!

#brenebrown

#courageovercomfort

the unreasonable guide to living

June 18, 2019

When you are depleted, I think you need to work even harder, harder than you ever have, to keep the pulse of your heart alive. It’s so contradictory, but so truthful and essential. I cannot believe how many times I fight this and then arrive at the same realisation. There’s the recipe for a good life, ladies and gentlemen; to do this over and over against rhyme and reason, just for the sake of you.

Hang tight, my darling girl, because awful, unfair, unrealistic things will happen and you need to figure out a way to get out from underneath them. Look around! There are examples of grace and courage happening every day, from every person who ever lived authentically. Nobody lives a charmed life if they are living fully.

To really LIVE; it means making peace and creating reason from the tumultuous and unreasonable. When you have nothing, give. I know it sounds incredible, but that is what will awaken humanity and connection. Give a smile, a word, a cry, an explanation, a hug, something. Please, my darling girl, don’t close yourself off because it’s a little safer, the cost is too great. By all means, go in there and say your piece. Fly your freak flag. Show your passion and emotion. Fight hard and argue even harder. Rock that boat and make waves. But come back in, connect, love more, MORE than you thought possible. Not in sacrifice, but holding yourself sacred and coming back with tender vulnerability, open to hearing what the world has to say.

And my girl, please, pry open every door or window you close yourself or that gets closed on you. Move every stone in your pathway. Like a swimmer breaking through the surface of the water, gasping with pure will to live, you must fight to keep your heart open as if it were breathing.

Why? For YOU, my darling girl. 

For you and those that matter to you. If it happens to line up with those who hurt you, or those you disagree with, then…WHATEVER.

You’re tracking this scene. You’re writing this script. The only goal is to keep that pulse of life, love, hope and connection flowing through your heart, and that cannot be done when you’re wondering where your ego is.

You breathe in that good shit for YOU and ONLY YOU. 

 

forgiveness + light

May 18, 2019

It’s easy to live safely. The recipe is simple: Put your heart someplace safe. Protect it from harm. Hold it, swaddle it, put it gently into a cocoon with multiple layers of padding + intensive wrapping.

But if you want anything from life, you must be stretched.

And if you want any part of connection, you must set your heart free.

If you want to connect, you must figure out a way to forgive.

Imperfectly, messily. With a hunger for life and reaching out again for the next, “What’s next?”

It’s a funny, tender tightrope, this whole “being human” thing. A heart is also a curious entity, designed to be so utterly tender, yet courageous and able to stretch with the happenings of life. Strong, yet surprisingly supple. Sensitive. Yet limitless in its ability to accommodate the stretching of life, of grief, of ache, of disarray.

Let it, oh! Let it, please.

Otherwise, the edges will curl and go brittle.

You won’t know what it’s like to take too many breaths before going underwater, or. be wondering if the pulse in your ears is from fear, or being so alive you feel electric.

Stretch with all the joy and grief that life offers, and every colour in between.

You are supposed to be a little un-nerved, a little too alive, a little off-centre, and a little buzzing from the business of living. 

Forgive. You need this to connect, to love, and to live. 

the kwokkie diaries: day 14, and a prayer for the weary

July 9, 2018 3 Comments

Day 14: Charlottetown

“A moment to nestle with the heart”.

Today marks exactly halfway in my travels; I have 28 days on the road. And while I am so incredibly excited to be travelling, today’s post is a tender one. Travel is hard. Travel is not just tiring, it is exhausting in a way that you feel in your bones. While you can rest physically, the soul is always thinking, wondering, and on the go, and you are always trying to stay awake and alert to the places and people around you, because you want to take it all in, and because you want to be safe.

In addition to all of this, I have only been sleeping 5-6 hours a night since I have started travelling. I have been very gentle on myself and tried to rest in the middle of each day, but today, I am feeling the sort of in-the-bones tired that warrants a day of just “nestling with the heart”.

To be able to find that quiet still place inside you, despite the tiredness, despite the noise, despite the excitement, despite the joy; this has been my greatest challenge while I’ve been travelling. I want to enjoy and be present for every moment, but I don’t want to come home exhausted. I wanted to come home expanded, changed, and affected. To do this, you have to have access to that wonderful still place inside of you. Especially when your heart and mind are racing over what you should be doing in your free half an hour, and all the while your heart is yelling, “YOU NEED TO EFFING BE HERE TO ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF THIS!”

I have also been keeping alert to all my Year 12s, returning emails and answering questions; and I KNOW that a holiday is not supposed to be about this, but it actually soothes me a little to commit to half an hour a day, just to make sense and order out of things. It’s what gives me peace and joy, so I do it. But actually getting into the zone for that half an hour has been the most challenging and gruelling request I have made of myself, and resulted in my feeling worn-out, down, anxious, unsettled, resentful, and a whole mixture of other things I do no normally feel at home when I tackle work. Solving problems whilst on the road is so much harder than when you don’t have “your people” around you. Problems and doubt are magnified, and solutions are harder to reach.

And in the haze of being semi-exhausted, I find that concentrating for any period of time can put me close to tears of stress. It’s such an unusual feeling for me.

I have had to practise working and being gentle upon myself in these last 2 weeks. I have taken one step at a time; reading a brief or an email, jotting down notes in my journal over coffee for a lesson plan, writing down dots points as to which 3 drafts I will edit and whose work I will put notes on in Sibelius, and even where I will go for lunch, to help look after myself. This sort of work + holiday combination takes the utmost of care and determination, but I know that after being on the road for a month, I will figure it out. This is just the very exhausting and emotionally demanding part of it, and I have to be gentle on myself and have faith. I have to also find new ways to energise myself, like taking a walk, or figuring out which places I’d like to explore while I am trying to get this balance right, and what I will eat whilst trying to enjoy all the local specialties.

I was in tears of joy and relief last night when I sent off my first draft-return to one of my students. It seemed in surmountable, but I just took one step at a time. And I guess the human spirit is far stronger than you realise; even when there is doubt and exhaustion, if you keep walking, one foot in front of the other, and gently, quietly, and simply get very clear over what you need to do, you can do it. Even if it drives you to tears.

So here I stand, very tired + tender, walking one step in front of the other. So utterly exhausted today, but so mindful of how very lucky I am to be here, travelling, being a teacher, and figuring out this working balance.

Let me be determined. Let me be gentle, but quietly determined.

beat-up teacher heart

May 2, 2018

Today was one of those days where I was right IN the whole problem-solving, behaviour management, motivating, and beating kids back into shape. I knew it was coming, and I knew this week would be the week for Grammarphones, Senior Concert Band, and my senior kiddies. The week where I would hunt them all down and have The Conversation, in whatever incarnation was required.

I hate it and love it. They see and hear the care from me, but also the fire in the belly for excellence, for them and myself, in EVERY capacity. Not just academically, but personally. I want the complete package: great people who strive for their best. 🌟

Even though I KNOW that I have done the best that I can, I can’t help but replay conversations, and wonder if I have done enough, and with the right words + weight.

And when it’s Music kiddies it becomes all the more connected and personal because of what they give to you on a daily basis. The conversations inevitably become even more emotionally-charged because you love your kiddies + because of the relationship you have with them. 💛

But I got one tiny little gem back today; walking out of the Music Centre into the Centre for Senior Learning, newly beat-up Sir Year 11 went one way and I went the other.

But not far enough that I couldn’t hear this:

Sir Year 11: “Hey, where were you? We’ve been waiting for ages!”

Mangled Sir Year 11: “Ms Kwok wanted speak with me about Grammarphones. She was disappointed in me.”

Sir Year 11: “Oh shit.”

“…but you persist in playing the greatest hits like some passive-aggressive Spotify playlist!” has to be one of the GREATEST quotes ever!

I clicked on this out of pure curiosity. I’m glad I did, as I came away with lots of snippets of information, having enjoyed it much more than I expected.

how to fix a broken heart

April 27, 2018

be courageous, my little heart

April 18, 2018 1 Comment

How is it that when we are ripped raw, made vulnerable, and torn open by life, we are more tender? We are so much more alive to love, aware of kindness, and so much more willing to be all the things that we want on a day-to-day basis.

When you are “full” and when life is going well, it is so easy just to walk on by, figuratively and emotionally. So easy to not notice the tender little moments that we would be so utterly aware of and open to when we are in struggle.

Strong back, tender heart.

Be courageous, my little heart, that you may see all the tenderness in the world when you are full.

a slow rise of courage

December 20, 2017

Fears will rise up, but they will fall away as well. I am standing straighter, stronger, and taller. And while things shake me – as they should if I am any ounce of a human being – I am less afraid of being shaken. Not because I am cast iron or Teflon-coated, no. I have a very great desire NEVER to be either of those and in fact, I think I am softer and more supple than ever before, with a heart that rises up so easily with joy, emotion, and gratitude. I just know that I will make it through all that which shakes and unsettles me, because I can cry and seek help, I can listen and reflect, I can lean into the discomfort, I can examine and pull back, I can hug and laugh, and I can practise courage of the highest sort.

I have all the tools I need to walk through whatever adversity is presented, knowing full well that I do not have to solve anything straight away, but that I have the capacity to solve it. And if I don’t? All I need to do is reach out and ask for help. Oh, the delicious joy of reaching out in humanness and brave need. Because I am all human, feeling and thinking, doing and being.

Why should I be in fear, when I need to walk through adversity and struggle anyway? Look struggle face on. What do you see? Pain, problem-solving, and strength unmeasured and untapped.

Walk into all of this with strong backbone, but open heart.

Stay open, stay open, stay in the heart, stay open. Even if it is by millimetres, stay open.

Don’t numb the journey if you can take one more step.

The most amazing learning happens when you sit side by side with the impossible, and ask it questions. Quietly, audaciously, whatever your take on adversity and problem-solving entail.

And I always am moved with sheer wonder at how my heart finds its equilibrium.

And that, actually, I need to step up and challenge the challenge right back. 

the heart beats wholly

December 18, 2017 1 Comment

Above all else, I will take care of my heart.

That it beats fully and wholly, with pulse and life.

The thing is, there will always be struggle. But you can rise above that. You can travel through. It will be hard, but you will survive.

But if a heart closes over, if words lose meaning, if emotions are stifled, if life is turned down and muted in colour; then there is no point.

Because there will always be adversity to get through. And it will hurt. But I would much rather hurt at full volume, than to save myself the struggle and feel lukewarm joy. I want every ounce of light and fire of being alive, so very essential, real and complete.

And you know what else?

I look at all the strong and courageous people I admire, all those who work in tandem with their hearts and their values, and all the while, do you know the thing I MOST want to say to them?

You do not have to do this alone.

And incredibly, it’s the thing that I know to be true for myself, and I do for myself, but I do not instinctively turn to as a first point, a first port of call. Why not?

To the beautiful and courageous leaders, the “extraordinary ordinary” people I know, your authenticity and character are unmistakeable. I know that you will walk back into whatever story you are travelling, and keep doing your work. But I reach out so readily to help you feel joy and give light + compassion, support and love, so that you might have the tools to travel and face what you need to. I cannot live your life for you, only you can do that. But I can walk beside you, holding a beacon of light. 

So why should I be any different?

Let me ask for help much more freely and readily. Let me tell the story of myself with all my heart. Let me not back away from the details that I cannot articulate, but try harder to find the nuances, the words, and where my true heart lies. Let me check my compass every day.

Let me go against the tide, over and over, for the truth, the very resonance of who I am.

And let me practise this every day, that my heart will become supple with the ability to yearn and reach for love and support in times of adversity.

Because my life, my spirit, and my well-being depend upon it.

Remember this please; above all, keep my heart so brilliantly and wholly alive.