It was the kind of weekend that deserved a rain blessing, and on Sunday morning we received it. Across the bay from San Francisco, in a waterfront building originally designed for auto manufacturing, 3,000 of us assembled for a different sort of blessing, a rare weekend of teachings with a beloved teacher. I don’t remember . . . Read More
During my kids’ yoga class last week, I mentioned a pose I learned from one of my teachers. One of the children commented, “You have a teacher? I thought once you are a teacher you just teach yourself.” I responded, “No, that’s not the way it works.” Ever since then I’ve been thinking about how . . . Read More
Before I was a gardener, I didn’t know seeds would be my teachers. As each year of seasons passes, my gratitude for their lessons deepens. Just a few weeks ago, I trimmed the heavy sunflower heads from their stalks and placed them on the rocky edge of a garden bed as an offering to the . . . Read More
Thirty-three years ago, in 1977, I was a stay-at-home mom with a spunky three-year-old and a sweet six-month-old baby. All I really wanted to do was raise the girls, pursue my love of art, and create a healthy, happy home in which my family could live and grow. Starting a school was the furthest thing . . . Read More
It was well past dark when they sprayed the mud off their arms and legs to come in for the night. For several hours the mud drew them away from movies, text messaging, and indoor entertainment to a spot in the garden that offered equal opportunity for a three-year-old as well as her cousin, now . . . Read More
A few weeks ago, toward the end of the monsoon season, I took a few minutes to go outside in my garden before stepping into the busy day ahead of me. It was a beautiful morning and everything dripped with the memory of the previous night’s storm. One of the huge sunflowers I’d planted in . . . Read More
For about a year now I’ve felt inclined to start a blog. I love writing and after over 30 years of teaching and running a school, I’ve discovered I have a few things to say. One of my writing teachers, the late Donald Murray, used to write a weekly column for The Boston Globe. A . . . Read More