I have typed and retyped the beginning of this blog so many times. This week feels heavy.
Even outside of world events, two years of all kinds of uncertainties, and general unknowns, it feels heavy.
Beyond my own concerns about my personal life and work life.
Working with students means constantly thinking about their futures. It means I go home thinking about the things that weigh on them, the expectations they put on themselves, their social pressures, and how to show them that learning is a worthwhile pursuit.
It’s impossible not to take it home at the end of the day. It all goes with me. Their trials and tribulations and my own…waking up in the middle of the night thinking about that student who is struggling and whatever is already weighing on me .
All week I have been thinking about the in between of teaching - not knowing the right answer for how to help a lot of the time, but knowing that whatever requires that we keep going to figure it out. I will have to continue being present and holding space.
Or, maybe that’s the answer after all. To be here. To hold space. To make room for my students.
Hi, I'm Morgann! Flutist, teacher, aspiring yogini, and life long learner figuring out how to create my way through life one crazy idea at a time.