Thursday, March 29, 2012

Comes a moment...

I have an acquaintance who is a yoga instructor, and I once overheard her to say, "oh, I can't do my own practice when I teach; it's impossible." And, I kinda get that. As she's teaching postures, positions, and poses, it would be difficult to silence the sound of her own instructor's voice in her own head to achieve the meditative state that she's encouraging her students to seek.

When I am teaching, I often experience the same phenomenon. I deliver my lines, answer questions, provide feedback, encourage nervous students... juggling so many functions makes the state of Zentangle elusive at times.

Yet, there comes a moment in every class - EVERY CLASS - when the group gets "there." It's never the same pattern or technique; it's not the same time in each class. But in every class, there comes a time, when everyone is quiet, when art is being made, and when creative peace settles over and illuminates every artist in the room.

Thank you to all of my students for those moments.

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