Dead, Hard, and Stiff

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 76

A man is born gentle and weak.
At his death he is hard and stiff.
Green plants are tender and filled with sap.
At their death they are withered and dry.

Therefore the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death.
The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.

Thus an army without flexibility never wins a battle.
A tree that is unbending is easily broken.

The hard and strong will fall.
The soft and weak will overcome.


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I feel my muscles stiffen due to stress.  Most stress is self-imposed brought about by too much thinking and attempts to rationalize everything that happens around us.  We can't know all the answers to our questions, the solutions to all the world's problems.

I know that yet sometimes I still inflict myself with the negativity, the resentment, the anger, the complaint, most of which pertain to things beyond my circle of influence.

So I stiffen.  I die every time.

I need serenity and peace.  Oh universe, bring them to me.


Missing in Action

I have been missing in action here but getting very active somewhere else.

Related to my online life, I have been preoccupied with a number of things:

1. Playing Clash of Clans. Saying hi to my clanmates. I really enjoy playing this game.

2. Writing for an online/social networking site and getting a few dollars for my posts. (Desperate times, call for desperate measures).

3. Learning from an MOOC. Which reminds me, I'm a week late from the course.

I have been contemplating whether I should retire this blog that I've had for 10 years.

Sentimentalism seems to get the better of me.

Besides, I think I have a handful of friends who still drop by and visit.

Make your presence felt people by posting a comment.

Until the next post.

See 'ya.


On Thinking

To remind myself in case I forget, I'm posting the introductory video of an MOOC I finished recently that has affected and influenced me: Think101x, The Science of Everyday Thinking.

What's new on your end?


Being a Reflective Teacher

What do you remember most about your teachers both good and bad?
How do you remember them?

I recently read this letter to that young teacher down the hall, and it struck a chord, a nerve, a vein on that part of me that aims to impress or impose rather than really care.  Especially this one:
Because we want our students to think we’re the very best at what we do and we believe that this status of excellence is achieved merely by doing. But we forget- and often. Excellence is more readily attained by being.
Being available.
Being kind.
Being compassionate.
Being transparent.
Being real.
Being thoughtful.
Being ourselves.
from:  http://pursuitofajoyfullife.wordpress.com/

For someone like me who has been teaching for almost two decades, it can be a challenge to always remain focused at the heart of teaching and not get stuck into tedious, dragging routine.  Sometimes, I forget to be a good model of lifelong learning and self-reflection.  Like those teachers stuck in time, I march on without improving myself.

How can there be a catalyst for change in the classroom if the one who promotes it cannot even actively reflect? That, instead of being the light in the classroom, I promote darkness?

I have made recommendations in the past on how to change DepEd, even sharing studies on teacher effectiveness.  I realize that without the proper disposition to teach or the critical consciousness good teachers are known to possess, no amount of study, research, or readings will make a difference.


I am no longer writing here

But I should.  Unless I accept that blogging here has become irrelevant.  Many have come and gone swept like the tides that continue to change the landscape of our country.

I wonder if people will notice when I do take flight?

Are you a blogger?  Do you find constancy and relevance in what you do?

These are pertinent questions that I extend so as to have something posted today.  If only I can prolong this blog of ten years.  
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