Ok, a bit of context.

I went to a conference yesterday for teachers and writers – or for writing teachers – or for teacher-writers, or any combination thereof.  I went with a very good friend and colleague, both of us braving London town in the pursuit of inspiration and knowledge.  And we found both.

One of the starting exercises was essentially grounded in Mindfulness, where we were asked to focus on breathing / watch thoughts as if they were clouds, without judgement and without self-criticism.  And then we were asked to do some free-writing: just to write for 5 mins or so without stopping, without editing ourselves, just writing.

And this is what I wrote:


An archway opens into a curious mind. Imagination sparks; synapses firing                into the void. The connections ever flowing, flowing, unceasing. A spider web               of conection.


This is why I am a teacher: the thrill of discovery.  Words have power,                 multiplicity of meaning.  The joy of ambiguity: did I mean that? or that? or that?          or perhaps all of these in one. A never-ending road of words.  This should be         scary.  But it’s not – it’s exhilarating. Have I spelt that word wrong?


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About francesgabriel75

Just thinking out loud about faith, children and church. Born in Dorset but now living too far away from the sea, which still calls to me, occasionally. Make my living in the world of education.
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