Kathy took this picture as we walked along Waterton Lake. She thought it might inspire. That evening, I scribbled ideas into my journal about wisdom and its sources. I enjoyed listening to stories told by our parents, grandparents, and other elders I come in contact with. Now, the shoe is on the other foot and I am the elder.
Washed up flotsam,
Polished to glassy sheen
Revealed beauty.
If I apply this natural process, to humans, we gradually polish ourselves and soften the rough edges. At least, we can hope.
Polishing waves hone
Glimmering wisdom emerges
Softening rough edges.
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Teacher as Transformer 