Blessed

Blessed

Don’t talk to strangers.
How many times did I hear that growing up?
I understand it was to keep me safe,
but at the same time,
we are all strangers.
I am a stranger to you
who have never met me
and you are a stranger to me
but that does not mean
we are not blessed.
As a child I was told to stay away from strangers,
but as an adult,
as a teacher,
as a consultant,
as a spiritual partner
my life is spent working with
and meeting strangers daily.
I have to release the fear,
seeing and experiencing others
as I would like them to experience me.
Now I remember I am blessed
with each stranger I meet,
I am blessed
With each person who meets me,
may they remember
I am blessed.
I am blessed
and each stranger I meet
is blessed.
If we saw the blessed in each other
how differently might
we see the world,
if we saw strangers
as blessings
coming into our lives.
Would we

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Teaching and Learning

teaching and learning
are not about what happens
in the classroom.
Teaching and learning
happens in every moment of life.
Everyone I have ever met
no matter for how long
has been a teacher.
Whether I allowed them to teach me or no
was about me.
They were sent to teach me.
Being a teacher has nothing to do with
age,
relationship
or lack there of.
I have learned from
the homeless,
the prostitute.
the professor,
the child,
the repairman
the trash man,
the stranger on the street.
The world is my university,
whether I attend and am open to learn or not
is about me.
I am also my own teacher.
The thoughts and feelings
which run through my head,
and bubble up from inside me
are lessons I choose to learn or not;
be taught or not.
Even this poem
as simple as it is,
is teaching me about teaching and learning

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