There is nothing like a little flu to get things to snap back into perspective. When I feel sick my joints ache for the people I love. I cry easily, less because I’m sad than because of the realization of richness. How fortuitous to find myself reading Walt Whitman in the doctor’s office, when usually I read People.
And then I read David Brook’s op ed today in the Times and he repeated a line from his book, “Since people learn from people they love, education is fundamentally about the relationship between a teacher and student.” It is so easy, isn’t it?
Just bring love right into the classroom. It isn’t hard to do.
“And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery“
Walt Whitman “Song of Myself”