Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


fresh starts, sharing stories, and the view from here ~

While I was awaiting news these past few days, I thought a lot about beginnings. About the new school year, about fresh starts. And I thought how lucky I am that this has turned out be a ‘reboot’ and not a system crash…:)

With the idea of fresh starts in mind, I have some  for you. I first began blogging — more than two years ago — to explore what it’s like to try to nurture a beginner’s heart. Like beginner’s mind, not realising what you’re asking, just jumping in.

In the past couple of years, this blog has followed my own process of learning. But what I know from the best teachers is that sharing stories is also learning. So I’d like to invite people to write in to the comments section w/ their stories. Stories that define what beginner’s heart means to you. Stories of getting better at it. Whatever you will think further the knowledge of the rest of us.

I’d also like to know what role it plays in your life, if you think about it all the time like I do. In other words? I’m thinking this might be fun to make more of a conversation & less of a monologue ~ :)

In the meantime, I’m not going to stop prattling on about the usual. But I do think it would be nice to hear more from the other side of the screen…



  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Dasha

    My overall personality is positive, cheerful, and encouraging towards myself and others. For some reason I was blessed with the ability to sense how others are feeling. Since I became a teacher I have embraced this ability to put others at ease – somewhat of an emotional caretaker. Don’t get me wrong. Boy, do I have some annoying students (high school). But, no matter how annoyed I get I try to dig as deep as I can inside of myself and pull out that LAST strand of patience each and every time. It’s almost a physical act of self-torture. But, I love being a teacher. With this new school year, I have a whole new set of young faces to learn. I handed out index cards to students to write some basic info about them on the first day of school; including other schools attended, brothers and sisters, and one thing they would like for me to know about them. The second day, while they were working on an activity, I began to talk to them about the personal info that they had put on their card. After class, one boy told me that it was hard having 3 older brothers because he wasn’t like any of them. This almost broke my heart. I told him that he is his own person and shouldn’t strive to be like anyone else. I will keep an eye on his interactions in class and school. It is hard when teenagers don’t know “who they are”, especially if there is perceived pressure to be someone or something that he is not. I am here to listen and encourage these young ones, even the annoying ones. I want them always to feel safe, loved, and respected once they walk through my door. If they learn a little/a lot of Spanish in the meantime, that would be awesome too!

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