{"id":72,"date":"2022-11-04T05:34:39","date_gmt":"2022-11-04T05:34:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/?p=72"},"modified":"2022-11-04T05:34:39","modified_gmt":"2022-11-04T05:34:39","slug":"moving-on-the-edge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/04\/moving-on-the-edge\/","title":{"rendered":"Moving on the Edge"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Our religious education year has begun. \u00a0My spiritual practice this semester in teaching is to join the Jr. High youth to explore UU Identity and History. \u00a0I can tell already that I am in for a great deal of learning. \u00a0Already I have been entering the year with a bit of trepidation. \u00a0My familiar desire to nurture the deep learning of our youth and children is teetering and toying with the growing realization that, in this environment, it would benefit me to loosen up a bit and be flexible (maybe even humorous). \u00a0In uncertainty I tend to get more firm and more rigid as if this way of being will hold me up when I encounter a place of unknowing\u2026a place of possibility, a place that feels too open, too full of wonder, too loose. \u00a0As I move into my practice this year, I find myself wondering: how do I stay engaged when I encounter that moment? \u00a0How do I enter into and see that moment as the possibility of a new adventure, an opening into relationship, or a chance to stretch? \u00a0How do I hold the space and let go of the agenda so I truly encounter the moment that is happening? \u00a0These are questions I ponder as I enter into community with my class.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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When we reached the part of class when we started focusing on our Principles, I asked the youth if they knew them and something wonderful happened. \u00a0About half the class recited the bedtime prayer together in the room. \u00a0It was beautiful moment. \u00a0And it was only about half. \u00a0So we went back as a group and said them slowly so we could gather the rest of our friends into our knowing. \u00a0Unlike the get-to-know-you games and the covenant making, the class was one together either contributing, or paying attention to what was happening in the room. \u00a0It was a brief moment that shifted and moved as I mentioned a proposal for an 8th principle and received the response that somehow we\u2019d have to create another day of the week to go with it.<\/p>\n

As I have reflected this week I find some comfort in the fact that my teaching team is there with me and the class in some ways is already there for one another. \u00a0I would love to sink into that knowing and into the being that is and will be our class as we co-create it together the next few months. \u00a0I can already tell that truly what will hold me fast in those moments of chaos or question are those connections and my ability to lean into and allow them to embrace me. \u00a0My own move to grasp something firm in the middle of the shifting attention and movement of our time together only serves to shore myself up and create some distance from the group, but I hope what I come to learn is how to move together like a wave no matter how fluid or full of mystery.<\/p>\n<\/section>\n<\/article>\n<\/header>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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