A window is a window

A window is a window by any other name. It has been a year since I have written but now I am on a path to transform what I called "the box" to a real awake and conscience life. I have left out and will mostly leave out all of the gory details...that way if we have coffee or a drink we will have something to talk about. Anyway, the year after that first summer of teaching intensive I came back to my "job" with new inspiration and some strength. No matter, though I did a fantastic job with my students (if I do say so myself) I struggled with some major collegial issues. Mainly, I think my abilities to communicate and create space for new initiatives made people cranky. The old Saturns and melancholics just can't handle my vibrancy. I have never been the kind of person to say such positive things about myself but I becoming better at it.

So back to the window. I am an artist; specifically, I have a talent for drama. I can make it happen (yes, in everyday life but I mean the staged kind) and I have become confident in my ability, especially in working with teenagers. Teenagers need to be respected so that they can experience self-respect. Though young people should "respect their elders", I think that we as a culture generally go about it the wrong way. I am discovering that as I show them respect, they almost always work their hardest and stretch themselves. More on this as I go as this is the actual window that I am speaking of. My love for working with the students and initiating a new vision of drama with adolescents, I am freeing myself from the proverbial box, opening myself to the world and becoming the mother, teacher and human being that I have been praying for. For my thesis at CFA, I will ask an important question about drama and teens and explore and explain over the next year. I am hoping to write every day and breathe, breathe that fresh air as it blows in and blows by.