|a good place for rewilding the spirit|
at this time of year, as I step into another dance around the sun (my sixtieth!!) I spend considerable time contemplating where I have been, and where I may be headed.
|walking with ALL the "dogs"|
when my much-missed father was only a few years older than I am now, his previously genius brain (you aren't awarded the Max Planck Prize for being a nitwit) began its slow slide into dementia. a cruel and horrible fate that devoured him far too early.
my mother made it to eighty...a living testament to medical magic, when you consider that her heart-health had been compromised as a result of rheumatic fever as a thirteen-year old (and she endured at least four major surgical interventions on it over the years).
given the family history, and barring accidents...I might have another ten years, twenty...or if I am as lucky as my paternal grandmother, maybe thirty.
be that as it may, I intend to live them mindfully, intentionally and THOROUGHLY. I want to be that splendid woman still riding horses ... in her eighties.
so this summer ahead, my self-declared sabbatical or long service leave, is going to be spent in making sure my body gets a much-needed overhaul to establish fitness and strength for what I hope will be the years to come. I'm hoping to clear clutter and make space, both in my home and in my heart. 'rewildering' is a word that keeps coming to mind.
my brain needs feeding too, so there will be lots of reading. and much playing of the saxophone.
I want to draw more, and paint more. I will be turning shabby clothes into string and making myself a couple of fresh things to wear from the ones that are still good enough to recut and restitch and re-dye.
...and as a result of an email I received this morning in which one of last week's students (despite posting a glowing comment about the class on Instagram) told me that my 'second skin' class had been the worst experience of her life, I am going to be looking very seriously at my teaching practice.
I responded politely, thanked her for sharing and have invited her to elaborate, as it is difficult to work out what went wrong if there are no details.
as yet there has been no response.
so here is my invitation to others who have kindly joined me as students, and were perhaps too shy to say what they really thought.
if you don't want to comment publicly, then another option is to send me an anonymous email via my contact page.
because even if it is too late to change your experience , you will be helping to improve that of future sailors on this vessel.
and please, I beg of you...if you are in a class of mine, and something that I am doing is bothering you, TELL ME.
it's impossible to fix things after the event.