The teacher, the snow, the shadow and the light

Glad to share a little bit of my story as a teacher here. I loved being in the classroom but I was only a storyteller. Now I see that when you tell stories the real teacher is a silent presence in the room. And it can only be accessed through poetry. There's nothing rational about love. Join my podcast on Patreon.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.