What touches me about teaching is
The power slowly stirring the spirits of the
The class unites for a brief day or more, sharing
Sharing food, candy, lunch.
A little at a time, I hear their story.
How they perceive, what they 'do',
If they've written, if they are unsure
In their artists shoes.
Soul stories. Smiles.
Their stories move me. Make me cry, cheer,
Laugh and even sing.
I have been a part of them now and they
A part of each other.
What do I want out of a workshop?
To leave changed.