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October 27, 2023 – Finding My Direction

Finally… a slow day. I need one to ground myself, rest, and move at my pace. It feels great. As a consequence, I thought that this would be a perfect time to make a blog post. Often when I write, I have to be in the right place, in mind, body, and spirit. I am in the right place, so here I am. For the last 2-3 weeks, I’ve been in a work-life hustle and this way of being is only enhanced by not having a car during practicum. I am not complaining, but I am more aware of my gratitude and love for people. I would like to share some of my gratitude before I write about my curiosities.

First, I am so grateful for my friend who lent me her car for a week. Honestly, it’s been a brilliant 7-days having her car. She was my last resort. There were no cars to rent, a taxi would have been reasonable, and there is no bus heading out to this practicum placement. I made a cold call before throwing in the white towel and my friend made it possible for me. I went food shopping and recycled, drove my kid to school and work, and used her vehicle to do my job for practicum. AMAZING!! I did not realize how much I do with my car, but I am also grateful for my friend.

Second, I just came from an in-person meeting this morning with a colleague and mentor. I am so grateful for this person to carve out the time for me. How we first met was serendipitous and since then this relationship has only been supportive, kind, and respectful. I feel so reassured by this person’s willingness to listen, give honest feedback, and encouragement to grow and develop. I even slept for 11-hours last night to catch up on my sleep but also to have a meaningful meeting. I wanted to be present and cognitively aware of our conversation. It went great!!

Finally, my students in all of my classes are awesome. They are very forgiving, but also engaging, wonderful, and thought provoking. What more can I ask for? I just love being with those in my undergraduate and graduate classes. Being with them makes me realize that I am doing what I am meant to do, but also where I would like to be. That said, I am very aware of my place in the institution and I have to be very mindful of my next steps. In the meantime, I will enjoy what I am doing. My mind is more open and I am grateful to have a job where I am able to learn more.

I am not lost on the irony or coincidence of my sense of direction, in life, in Italy, and in general… LOL. Although I started the blog post with much gratitude to my friend, colleague, and students, I am brought back to a some learning that is lingering for me as self-assessment and professional learning. I am so struck by the idea of the importance of spatial reasoning for early learners. My twin brother and I took most of our elementary classes separately during K-7 and part of 8-12. He LOVES maps and has an excellence sense of direction and I have NOTHING.

If my friends could keep me on a leash in Italy, the might have strongly considered it. I would get easily lost and disoriented. I embraced my lack of sense of direction as a traveller and I am very grateful for technology and iMaps, I am coming to the realization this phenomena is much more than just not being able to navigate well. I just looked at spatial reasoning test online. I could not do it (at least, not in my head). Finally, reading be an issue and who knows what else, it makes me wonder. How much does my spatial reasoning development impacts my way of being?

I am convinced about the importance of spatial reasoning for reading and other cognitive skills and sense of space and place. I am curious if this reasoning is underdeveloped for me and how I can work on it. During the BCAMT conference, it seemed like it is something that one can develop and I am truly inspired to learn more about in preparation for the numeracy course I’m teaching next term. I am also reminded to complete an ethics application on a self-study. I’m inspired. There is always the work-hustle, but I’m reminded that part of this journey is for me too.

October 22, 2023 – Returning Home

Oh my… I learned a tonne. There is nothing more I love to do is to learn. I don’t consider myself to be an expert, which may seem counterintuitive in my work. I find that the more that I learn, I realize that there is a tonne I don’t know. I love that despite the idea that I am working on my research program and expertise. Learning is the underpinning of what I do and what I love to do. I won’t deny that.

Friday, October 20th was the Provincial Professional Development Day in BC. I was presenting at the BCAccess & BC People First AdvoCon2023 Conference on Saturday through my work with IPE/BC on Saturday and I was very intentional about going to a provincial conference for my learning. I did not want to present. I wanted to be the learner and enjoy the conference. I chose to go to BCAMT.

BCAMT is the BC Association of Mathematics Teachers and the Fall Conference 2023 was held in Surrey, BC at Gilford Park Secondary School. Next term I am going to teach the Numeracy portion of the EDUC 400 course to elementary education teacher candidates and wanted to learn more about it. I attended 3 workshops in K-7. Ahhh… I learned a tonne and loved every session I attended.

Whew. I walked away with a tonne of resources, ideas, and research supporting this work. I also learned something about myself and thinking about spatial reasoning and awareness. The more I listened to the speaker in one workshop, I realized that this was important to do with “the littles” but also it might have been something underdeveloped in me as a child, now adult. Numeracy is important.

I had a chance to see so many familiar faces from the Math Education world, but also meet new people. It was like a reunion. It was more like RETURNING HOME. Going to this conference was more about my professional learning, but it was also about connection and community. In a past life, I was a secondary mathematics teacher. At another conference, my fire was stoked. At BCAMT, it was reignited.

I am reminded how much I love teaching mathematics. I also love the leadership of folks presenting and running the conference. And, I appreciated the passion and deep desire to make mathematics accessible and enjoyable. This year’s theme for the conference was MATHEMATICS IS RELATIONAL. I could not agree more. We need to bring the humanity, relevance, and joy for mathematics back in schools.

Next term is going to be AMAZING. It will be the first time to teach this course (and might be my last time if the program updates and revises the program), but I am very stoked about delving in deeper to the idea of numeracy and professional development within the teacher education program and beyond. I am excited. I almost thought about pursuing an MSc or PhD degree in mathematics education.

That might be getting ahead of myself, but it might be a possibility. Who knows? What I do know is, being a part of professional development as a learner is a joy. My next step is to find some Cuisenaire Rods for my numeracy class as well as other manipulatives to engage in mathematics for elementary teachers that is fun, engaging, and meaningful. We teach how we learned. Damn. We will be learning.

October 15, 2023 – Shifting Body and Mind

Even with this weekly blog post, I have pivoted (i.e., overdue on writing my weekly blog and now it’s 1:51 am… I’ve just plowed through my emails, why not take a moment to catch up on my blogging). Pivoting is not just adapting to the situation in terms of shifting times or doing something different, but sometimes it’s about shifting your mindset. My class witnesses me pivot (often) with my teaching. Sometimes I adapt because we are taking more time than expected. Sometimes I change what we are learning in terms of sequence or approach. Other times, like last week, had to cancel my class and go asynchronous because I was out of town.

I am grateful that my class is pivoting with me and I hope I am modelling adaptive expertise. In class, I often speak of “Christine 1” who is “teacher Christine” and of “Christine 2” who is “Christine’s inner thoughts.” Sometimes “Christine 3” shows up unexpectedly who is “Christine on a soap box.” I have a few things that I am passionate about in education and sometimes it does get the best of me. In a way, I guess that I am also pivoting in these three mindsets, for example, in my class to reveal the front-stage of teaching, the back-stage of teaching, and my values. I will say, I am enjoying this year’s cohorts and teaching the combined group. It’s fun!!!

As mentioned, last week I went out of town to Brandon, MB to Brandon University to attend the 2023 Canadian Association for Teacher Education (CATE) Working Conference. The few days were filled with collaborative approaches and informative sessions to provide feedback on our writing about teacher leadership. When you receive formative feedback, you are pivoting… to consider new ideas, different thoughts and theories, and different authors to support your writing (or change it). I appreciated TEAM LIGHT GREEN. It was a diverse group but they had contributed a lot of great ideas and I hope I provided some for them as well.

I travelled to Brandon with my colleague to this event and together we toured the city. We visited the tourist bureau, the river, the buffalo jump, cemetery, and local cafe and shop. I bought a purse/bag and a pair of handmade moccasins. It was a good trip. I learned a lot and wished that higher education could be like this all of the time. I met some wonderful people whom I hope I stay in touch with or see again. On my way home, my kid called me at the airport. She screamed. Her car was vandalized. It was horrible. I could not do anything. Luckily, she called her friend and she helped along with her dad. I am so grateful for that along with a couple of other people who helped to move the car to the auto body shop.

Pivoting.

My spirit quickly shifted from joy to frustration. The mama-bear in me wanted to not do nice things to the people who were so cruel and malicious to do such a hateful and selfish act. I can attribute this horrible act to desperate times, but my kid did not have to be a victim or traumatized due to someone else’s greed. To top it off, my third flight out of three to return back home was delayed. I guess for a good reason. The de-icer was not working so we changed planes. Safety first. I was glad to make it home to see my kid and I am thankful to her friend who lent her car to my kid so that she could pick me up from the airport. Damn. My kid is strong.

My first instinct was to buy a place with a two-car garage. With a good night’s sleep, that thought shifted into reality. A long story made short, it was confirmed that my position at the university would not be permanent. In many ways I knew that (and my friends had also said that), but to have it verified brings a sense of calm knowing that my trajectory is heading elsewhere and to prepare for it. So, I’m not buy a place with a 2-car garage, but I will do my best to do the best I can do each day. Sometimes my best will vary from day to day, but I am trying my best. Admittedly, it’s another pivot and this redirection focuses on what’s best for me.

I am left with a reflective state of mind… hence the weekly blog. And it also comes from inspiration, meaning I was suppose to write this blog post at this very time. I am proud of what I have accomplished and that’s all that matters. I will continue to learn, connect with others, and have fun. I am driven to be happy and experience joy. I love the work that I do and the status, rank, or promotion is secondary. I hope my classes are enjoying the work that I am doing. It’s not perfect, but it is not meant to be perfect. It’s suppose to be messy and meandering. Pivoting is a way of being to ensure that I am nimble and reflexive to advance in the right direction.

October 8, 2023 – Gaining Perspective

What an incredible day!!! What an incredible week!!! What an incredible life!!

Sounds like I’m feeling INCREDIBLE… and I am. It’s nothing special or spectacular to make note of, but it’s the ordinary that I am celebrating. I am so grateful for the last week. I am approaching the end of my birthday week and I have nothing but gratitude. I just came back from a 2.5 hour session this afternoon and I have the clarity, courage, and will to move forward with my life and career. I am happy.

My kid started my birthday month a big birthday brunch at White Spot after we spent a few moments recognizing the National Day of Truth and Reconciliation downtown. The next day, my kid brought home my favourite meal from the Keg after work for me… fillet mignon, garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus, and wedge salad. Dang. The best!!! This birthday meal lasted me 4-days. It was so delicious.

My birthday was Monday and we had classes at the university (because we took the statutory holiday on the Friday). I had a class Monday afternoon and I am so grateful for my colleague who was able to join my class to facilitate the blanket exercise. Apparently, I’m a “mild” European in the role play, which makes sense. I felt like I was trying to make sense of what I was doing. I’m glad it worked out.

My kid made my class cupcakes to celebrate my birthday, which I brought out during the break, but my class in turn surprised me with a card and birthday present. They got word that I am a Squishmellow fan (from one of my kid’s friends) and searched high and low for “Cam, the cat vampire” to no avail. So they ordered one from Amazon. I got this little Cam during Thursdays class. It made my day!!

The work week is incredibly busy. I have night classes on Tuesday and Wednesday. The work week ends with my Thursday morning class and the rest of my time is spent catching up, getting organized (i.e., catching up on emails) and slowing down. On Friday, one my friends underwent major surgery and I am so grateful that the operation was successful. My friend is now recovering. I am hoping for the best.

Friday concludes with a walk with another friend, a gorgeous fall day (see image above), and dinner out. We always have good conversations and she bought my dinner (for my birthday). The salmon was delicious. The next day, I went out for lunch with another friend. We pivoted and we brought our kids. Mine is 20 and hers is 3. LOL. We had a great conversation and my friend bought my lunch too.

That said, she had no idea that it was my birthday, but I must have been giving out birthday-vibes. My kid went to a local play with me, then makes dinner for us. Instead of a turkey, we had chicken with all if the fixings. It was an amazing meal. I spent the evening washing dishes and cleaning up here and there. I love taking my Saturdays to ground myself, to rest, and just be a person. This is a staple for me.

And here we are… one week later. I am reminded about “being human.” Life has ups and downs. The goal is to know who I am, what I value, and what’s important to me. There will always be unexpected moments, but I have the strength and capacity to PIVOT, adapt, and stay the course. I can’t protect myself from danger but I can find the courage to move forward and try. Yes!! I am always learning.

September 18, 2023 – SD57 Keynote Speaker

School District No. 57 (Prince George) was hosting the Indigenous Day of Learning on Monday, September 18, 2023 and my EDUC 405 class was at the same time as the keynote presentation. I may have been a bit of serendipity, but I wanted the class to watch the keynote. Although the keynote speaker, Dr. studentThis day was a non-instructional day and teacher candidates have the opportunity to participate. The keynote presentation was during my class time and I opted to have the EDUC 405 class and the keynote speaker, Dr. Niigaanwewidam James Sinclair, was speaking in-person at the hight school theatre, it was also available with online access via Zoom. At first, I wanted the students to come to the university, but then reconsidered and provided the class with choice. They could watch the keynote presentation in-person, online at home, or online in class. Of course, I assigned this keynote presentation as a blog entry for their portfolio.

I went to the university to provide space and place for students who wanted to come to class to watch the keynote presentation. A handful of students showed up in class and we amicably watched the keynote online. All I can say is, WOW. Niigaan was an amazing speaker. He is of mixed ancestry and he was able to eloquently balance two-eyed seeing to help us to understand the importance of truth and reconciliation. He started with describing his experience as a new teacher, the assignment to teach drama and coordinate the BIG school play, and how he had to collaborate with the local community to understand their culture and not appropriate the contents of the play. I loved the story and the eloquence of his storytelling. With this story and through the enlightenment from the students to do it right versus re-enacting the singing and dancing from the movie. The story was the invitation to his big message, if he can do it, we can do it too.

After this story, I took copious notes. He spoke about Indigenous Education and asked, “how do we do it now?” The then speaks about a tradition with young males and the making of fire. He started to describe that making the fire was not just about igniting the fire, but also building it, then maintaining it. It’s not just about the fire. I’ve used this metaphor a few times in my classes since. It was amazing and applicable to many situations, particularly in education. Then he asks, “how do we make a fire?” Such a good question. He then introduces the outline to his curriculum for Indigenous Education. It was a series of questions: (1) Who am I?
(2) Why am I here? (3) Who can help me? (4) Where am I going? This learning framework require healthy and sustainable relationships. It’s holistic and a lifelong process. The learning is formal and informal. He then goes to another metaphor of the tree and the impossibility to learn about Indigenous Education without understanding the roots of the tree. Niigaan speaks truth. I’m listening.

He also mentions a tradition with young women as well and the importance of community. Niigaan says that Indigenous Voices Matter in any subject area. He even attempted to provide a formula for success, not just success in schools, per se, but success for all students. He reminded us of the 4R’s of RESPONSIBILITY, RESPECT, RELEVANCE, and RELATIONSHIPS. I was so inspired by this keynote presentation. The way that Niigaan was able to interweave the western world’s way of being to what is really needed to address Indigenous Education in the classroom by wooing us with a story and concluding his message with the truth. For me, the building the fire story helped me to understand that it’s not just about starting the fire with a spark. There is work involved. Time and effort are needed. And the 4 questions provide a framework for curriculum. Regrettably, I was unable to attend his afternoon workshop that delves deeper into this curriculum, but I feel that my fire has started and it has been stoked. Let’s keep it burning.

September 29, 2023 – Acceptance

Oh my… like I always say… “everyday is a learning day.” Yesterday was no exception. This image is of my EDUC 394 class and we held our class at the Ceremonial Fire Circle with guest speaker Clayton Gauthier followed by the UHNBC Drummers. We just finished looking at the SD57 Special Report, the Truth and Reconciliation Commission Calls to Action in Education, and First Peoples Principles of Learning last week and this week we recognized National Truth and Reconciliation Day.

Although I had felt that I had organized what I needed to do for this fire circle, I did spend some time to ensure that the day would proceed in a good way. I got the moral and financial support from my program chair, I established permission from the Office of Indigenous Initiatives to use the Ceremonial Fire Circle yesterday, and I managed to book the fire circle and firewood despite my lack of timliness.

I feel very lucky.

I also feel very fortunate that both Clayton Gauthier and the UHNBC drummers were able to spend part of the morning with my class to share their story, drum, and sing songs. Students volunteered to build the fire and give gifts to our guests. Moreover, I collaborated with the Admin Assistant to ensure we had gifts to give for this special event. For that, I am also very grateful. I could not do this alone.

What I did not anticipate were the details and the unexpected. I woke up that morning with emails to address and a bus to catch (I still don’t have a car to drive since my accident). Emails always take longer than I think it would take to compose so I rushed out of my apartment with my coffee to catch the bus. Damn. It’s raining. I had time to have breakfast and definitely no time get an umbrella.

I got to the bus stop in time, but there was no bus. I thought the bus was delayed, but no… the bus schedule had changed. Huh. No worries, I’ll just write the cohorts that I will be a bit late to set up the fire and I will be there soon. I sent the email when I got on the bus, but the email immediately bounced back to let me know I had no access to the cohort email addresses. What could I do? Just let it go.

I finally arrived.

The bus arrived at the university and I shuffled quickly to the morning’s meeting place. I was about 10 minutes late and it was still raining. Anyway, the fire building crew were ready to go as well as other students in the class. The fire crew took the cart to build the fire and the students all arrived as well as the first guest speaker. I wanted to stay outside and thankfully the guest speaker wanted to be by the fire.

We gathered closely around the fire and Clayton spoke about understanding self, loving oneself, and accepting oneself. He said that we can’t give our power away. Things like worry, doubt, and judgement takes our power away. Once again, I felt like he was talking to me about. I was giving my power away as I thought that the day was not going the way I had planned. It was tough to let things go and allow.

I felt the whole morning was about surrender, but now I realized that it’s more about acceptance. The gift cards were not brought to the circle in time and I did not have the honorariums ready for that day. We ended earlier than expected and students went inside as we waited for the UHNBC Drummers to arrive. I was thankful to some indoor time for the class. I was feeling a bit sad about the rain.

The drummers arrived.

We took a group photo with the drummers and Clayton. I felt that was a good moment and the rain was lightening up. I was also grateful that the students returned and some other people joined the circle. Although the lead drummer was not able to join us, the folks did an excellent job leading the class through a handful of songs. I was grateful that they demonstrated learning and leading to the class.

In the end, as much as the details and weather were out of my control, the morning resulted exactly the way it should. The only person getting in the way of my plans was me. I had expectations, vision, and experience that was somewhat misaligned with what actually happened. The best moment for me was knowing that the students were grateful for the morning and found it powerful and memorable.

I listened to a podcast this morning with Dr. Gabor Maté on Arm Chair Expert promoting his new book. I am so enamoured by Gabor and his work aligning the body, mind, and spirit. He spoke about trauma and how our actions are guided by past experiences and of ones that are intergenerational. Part of his book was the “4 As” and one of them being ACCEPTANCE. I get that. This was my lesson.

September 24, 2023 – Slowing Down is OK

Deep breath. The first three-weeks of start-up and back to school was rigorous to say the least. My body, mind, and spirit were so tired and demanded sleep and rest. I am starting to feel more like myself and I am grateful to this weekend to get back to life and myself. My first good night’s sleep was on Thursday night. I could not keep my eyes open and I went to bed early. Doing that was very unusual for me.

I was exhausted. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I had thought I could teach 5 courses, supervise one master’s student, and be on committee for two other students on top of contributing to my research program and service work I am committed to. Two of my courses are not typical. One is practicum supervision and the other is portfolio, so there is some flex in my schedule that starts this week.

My classes started well and I just hope I can maintain the quality of teaching but also delve back into my writing and get a few papers out for publication. The last three weeks have been a reality check and I can only do what I can do. There is no failure. I am doing the best that I can. And some days, 80% is ok. If that’s what I have, that’s what I can give. There is no harm in that and it’s still pretty good.

REALISTIC GOALS.

Finding balance in teaching, regardless if it’s in K-12 or in higher education, is something that I have wrestled with as an educator for the last 3 decades. Now, I am at an age when I can do “all-nighters” anymore or not eat throughout the day. My body is unable to handle that kind of stress anymore on top of the stress of the job and perceived stress that may or may not be really there. I need to slow down.

A long story made short, I’ve been focused on my health for the last few months. I went to the doctor this weekend and went for more bloodwork, made referrals, and renewed some prescriptions. My body is talking to me. The car accident I had during the summer helped me to gain perspective about life, work, wellness, and self-care. Now, I see the consequences of not taking care of myself over time.

I am thankful that I am going to the doctor and there are some actions I can take to make my health better. For example, I just completed a mini-kettlebell workout in my apartment this afternoon (thank goodness for YouTube), I’m saying no to the conference in Hawaii (no conference hotel rooms available and costs are too high), and I have mapped out an eating plan that will minimize some of my symptoms.

HOPE.

That’s what I am grateful for. There is still something I can do and it’s not terminal. Part of valuing myself is not just in the mind and spirit, but also the body. My body is yelling at me and finally… I am listening. I am resting this weekend without guilt. I have met minimum expectations because that’s what my mind was ready to do. I also cleaned my apartment this weekend, did laundry, and cooked. It feels good.

Now, I feel rested and ready to get back to work… in a good way. Rest is a form of kindness and compassion for self. I can take a deep breath. Even though I have a tonne of work piling up in front of me, I can only do what I can do and I will do the best that I can. I am confident I am doing my job and I am doing it well. What I need to do well is taking care of myself, listen to my intuition and body, and respond.

I feel good today. A full weekend of Hallmark movies, taking time to rest and sleep, spending time with friends and family, and blogging… makes me happy. I am also supporting teacher candidates and graduates students too, but I’m also part of the formula. Returning to Parker Palmer’s Heart of a Teacher with my classes reminds me that I am part of the equation of “good teaching.” Self-knowledge is good. 🙂

September 14, 2023 – Classes Officially Start

I know that classes started last week for universities, but normally the first week entails the course syllabus and some introductory activities to establish norms. This image is of my EDUC 394 class and us participating in Dr. Peter Liljedahl’s Building Thinking Classrooms with random groupings, non-permanent vertical surfaces, and TRIADS (or groups of three). It’s Week 2 and this is our first class.

I love teaching EDUC 394 (Pedagogy, Curriculum, and Teaching – Theory in Practice). It’s my third time to teach this course in the last 4-years of the program implementation of the redesigned curriculum. The first time I taught this course, I taught it online with both cohorts during the pandemic. The year after, I did not teach this course. And, last year I taught the course with the elementary cohort.

This year I am teaching this course with both cohorts, elementary and secondary, but it’s in-person. Now, we are looking at teaching and learning K-12. We started the course with Parker Palmer’s “Heart of a Teacher: Identity and Integrity of a Teacher” (1997). I love the idea that teaching is the interweaving of the subject matter, the students, and the teacher. Self-knowledge is key to one’s success.

I’ve been working on understanding myself for many years and it may become the underpinning of my research program. With each course I always ground myself in the work of Parker Palmer. I am rudely or nicely reminded of the importance of loving what you do and integrating oneself into their practice. It’s the love for the subject matter, love for your students, and love for oneself. I am learning this.

Parker said that teaching is a vulnerable act. Brené Brown says that learning is an act of vulnerability. I say, there is no difference between teaching and learning. My hope for teacher candidates is to become expert LEARNERS (not expert teachers). I used CANNED PEACHES as my metaphor for learning this year in this course. I learned last week how to can peaches and it was an amazing learning experience.

But, the idea of BEST PRACTICE and a fresh peach. Over time, that best practice rots over time. Best practice is never static. If we keep to a best practice over time, it no longer becomes a best practice. Things change over time, much like a peach. So, we want to preserve the fruit. Although it’s not the name after it’s canned, it’s still a peach. Sweet and delicious. That’s the part of practice that needs to linger.

With Block 5 teacher candidates heading into practicum, Block 1 is an opportunity to renew and refresh. I’ve learned a tonne from the crew who are currently in Block 5 and I am so happy to bring all of the good things that we learned together to this new group in EDUC 394 and EDUC 405. I am only going to bring the good things and find opportunities to learn something new as well. That’s the true joy.

September 8, 2023 – Saying Goodbye – Closing Circle

My last in-person class with EDUC 405 (Block 5) happened last week at West Lake Provincial Park. It was a beautiful fall morning and everyone was in attendance and on-time. The morning exceeded my expectations. One student brought a propane fire, another student notified the cohort to bring lawn chairs, and another student brought food. To my surprise, another student organized a personalized card and gift that I was deeply moved and touched. They really got me. Grateful.

We first met in Block 1 one year ago in EDUC 405 and EDUC 394. We continued our relationship in Block 2 in EDUC 405, EDUC 391, and EDUC 421. To have two terms with one cohort in 4-courses has been extraordinary and something I know I will be writing about as a program evaluation. What is noteworthy about this crew was all of the things that we are able to explore and accomplish in these courses. They made me believe what is truly possible and we achieved so much together.

The moment of connection happened one month into our teaching and learning relationship within this 16-month teacher education program. I collaborated with the other EDUC 405 instructor to organize a fire circle event with the UHNBC drummers to recognize the National Day of Truth and Reconciliation. It was a memorable day and had a huge impact on both cohorts. It was an amazing day!!

After the fire circle event, my cohort took photos with the UHNBC drummers, some student volunteers from my class extinguished the fire they created, and then our class formed a circle to decide what we wanted to do for next class. Due to the funeral of the queen and rescheduling of dates, we could of gone to West Lake Provincial Park as originally planned or attend a Pro-D presentation online.

We reflected on the fire circle experience with “two-words” and then I posed the choice to the cohort to get their feedback on what they wanted to do. We went around the circle again and students either voted for no preference or going to West Lake. We decided to go to West Lake and at that moment, I knew we had connection. We met on the land to learn from the land after that long weekend.

I remember that morning. It was the day after my birthday. I just returned from Vancouver and Michael Bublé concert. I was already pretty happy, but going to West Lake as a class that Monday morning was a beautiful fall day. The colour of the trees were golden and gorgeous. The lake was covered by fog and we could see our breath. We connected to the water, the land, and each other. Amazing!!

On September 8th, we returned back to the water, the land, and each other. The day was much warmer and blue algae plagued the water. It didn’t matter. We had a moment together to reflect, wonder, and say goodbye. That said, it’s never easy to say goodbye. Admittedly, I missed this crew over the last 4-months. I did not have class with them with exception to EDUC 405, but it was delivered asynchronously.

There were some messy moments but every moment is a learning opportunity. I learned a lot as well when I was not with them. The journey and everything in between was amazing and meant to be. I believe in serendipity. We landed on our feet and moving forward. This crew helped me to complete my portfolio and I am super excited for them in the final 4-months of the program during practicum.

Hello September. My kid and I are getting ready for the fall. School is starting. I say that quietly. We are both now home and we love spending some time together on the weekend. We did a few errands this morning and we had a big breakfast at White Spot. I love going there. It’s about as close as having a hotel breakfast. It’s one of my favourite things to do. I love it even more when I can be with my kid.

My friend took me to the farmers market last weekend and I just looked around to get the lay of the land. There are two farmer markets downtown and I have not been to one of them before. We went early in the morning last week and my friend goes every weekend with her other friend. She has routines and favourite vendors. It was fun to see such a community oriented event and I enjoyed watching people.

After breakfast this morning, my kid and I went to the farmers market. It was later in the day, so the $5.00 farm eggs and artesian loaves of fresh baked bread were not available. And, piles of vegetables were not piled as high as they were from what I remembered last week when I first went. This is a good problem. My kid saw the sunflowers and we could not help ourselves. It was our first purchase.

We walked over to the second farmers market. It’s downtown Prince George and we walked passed folks who were sitting in corners and door sills along the street. On the one hand, it could be perceived as unsafe. My kid will often do what it takes to protect me. I’m a little naive that way. On the other hand, my heart was broken. We walked passed one person and he was putting hotel lotion on an open wound.

I could not un-see what I saw. My heart was heavy and my kid tried to console me. It was a beautiful sunny day. There was no smoke and there was a cool breeze. It was a short walk to the next market and we purchased peaches, nectarines, plums, and green beans. My kid even bought a crocheted flower pot hanging from one of the vendors and I learned that there were three different plums to choose from.

We meandered back to the car, I put our recent purchases in the car, and my kid went to the trunk of her car. She took out gauze, a wrap, and two wipes from her first aid kit. She’s in the nursing program. I looked at her and she heard my plea about helping that person we saw a few moments ago. She drove to where they were and asked me if I wanted her to go help the person. I said yes and she did.

I watched the interaction from the car. She recognized the person and approached him with compassion and kindness. I saw that she gave him a few instructions of what she was about to give him and accepted the first aid supplies graciously and with gratitude. The interaction was wholehearted and full of humanity. I cried. My kid returned to the car and wondered why I was crying. She wanted me to stop.

Eventually I stopped crying when we drove away, but I was overwhelmed. I love how my kid gets frustrated with me and my involuntary behaviours like crying, for example. Anyway, I am proud of my kid. She is in the right profession and I love that she still speaks about medical school and nursing is the first step. She is going to change the world. I have no doubt or question. She has surpassed me 10-fold.