The weather turned balmy again this week. Yesterday, in fact, you would have thought spring had somehow managed to return, what with temperatures in the 60’s and pleasant sunshine everywhere. After school, I came home and read for awhile with the window wide open so the mild air could wander in.
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This morning it occurred to me how silly it is to think of the world as a material place filled with harmful “things” – silly because the thought actually contradicts itself. The very fact that I’m thinking that the world is made up of material things proves that the world is much moire mental (spiritual) than material. Every attempt to prove that matter exists and has power always ends up back at a thought. Thought seems to be everywhere and all-powerful, which is why some people (myself included) consider it another name for God.
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Despite all my worrying about my effectiveness as a teacher, the fact is that every moment in my classroom is utterly perfect – not necessarily the way I want it to be, but perfect nonetheless. Of course, this is not surprising, because every moment everywhere is perfect – just as it should be, precisely as it must be. If I could stop fretting and trying to control each moment, my eyes would perhaps be opened to “the big picture”, and I might be able to see the total flawlessness of each moment I spend with my students. The planets spin perfectly, all waves reach the shore perfectly, and things in Room 2 happen perfectly. My task is simply to enjoy it all.