Dear Adele,
I've found another treasure as I go through my old things. This is something I made as at a LivTTA PD that became part of an art installation that we placed in the foyer of the RCM. When the art piece was dismantled I saved this little piece and somehow it got tucked away all these years.
The blue text reads:
"Once I wished that I could save the world. Fix it. Heal it. Change everything for the better. How arrogant. The world did not need fixing. It did not need my help. The world wanted to help me. To teach me to be a better human. My heart was sore from the pulse of unrequited helping. My limbs weary of swimming towards my own undoing. Why is it so hard to learn to lay down these un-needed responsibilities? Why can't I figure out how just to be? My healing starts with a gentle current of patience. My understanding comes only from a place of listening. To be able to help I must first help myself."
I've found another treasure as I go through my old things. This is something I made as at a LivTTA PD that became part of an art installation that we placed in the foyer of the RCM. When the art piece was dismantled I saved this little piece and somehow it got tucked away all these years.
"Once I wished that I could save the world. Fix it. Heal it. Change everything for the better. How arrogant. The world did not need fixing. It did not need my help. The world wanted to help me. To teach me to be a better human. My heart was sore from the pulse of unrequited helping. My limbs weary of swimming towards my own undoing. Why is it so hard to learn to lay down these un-needed responsibilities? Why can't I figure out how just to be? My healing starts with a gentle current of patience. My understanding comes only from a place of listening. To be able to help I must first help myself."
Thinking of you and all the great learning moments we've had in PD,
Nicole
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