Teaching is not planting a market garden,
the point is not speed or productivity.
Teaching is the patient work of planting
a rainforest of which you will only ever see
a tiny, hopeful part
It’s not “crops” and it’s not “result”
and it’s misleading to discuss “what works”.
Learning is an act of beauty
like the many coloured mushrooms that spring up in a day
and drop their spores making litter
to feed insects who are there for little birds
feeding birds of prey
meanwhile a seed becomes a slow, small, sapling,
reaches toward the light patiently and with endless hope,
branching out when ready to bear fruit
so that small mammals may eat and live and experience joy
and then die and cast their remnant flesh and bones
upon the roots of the trees feeding for more generations
of trees nurturing mammals and yearning for the light, the sky,
the canopy teeming with every type of creature
and all the time in the world
for flowers and butterflies.
Time wasted on beauty and fragrance and the soft trickle
of water over moss.
Noone can measure the life of a rainforest,
noone can measure what has been learnt or will be known.
We hold back from our wish to control and carve and mould
and we enable. We provide. We challenge. We are all
trees, moss, flowers, birds, beasts insects and mushrooms
caught up in the life-breath and soil of being.
We are no just woodchips, we are not just fuel,
we are not for harvesting
we are just for being.