From Waldorf School Newsletter:
"Greeting families, friends and colleagues,
We tend to pause and count our blessings at important times during the year, such as Thanksgiving or a special anniversary or perhaps a holiday such as Memorial Day. For me, I would like to add one other time of reflection and thanksgiving to my calendar, which is now, at the end of the school year, as I take the time to look back on the year just past.
I will be completing my first year at Santa Fe Waldorf School next month. I must say it has been a most interesting and enlightening year. These past months have blessed me with a new world of friends and colleagues, as well as professional challenges and a depth of learning I never dreamed possible. However, among this bounty of gifts and grace, one blessing stands out among them all: the children.
One of the most beautiful moments of my day is standing on the playground before the school day begins and watching the parents and children arrive. The sun is always at the most perfect angle for light and shadow, sparkle and magic. Shadows stretch and swing around the trees and the garden and among the myriad of things the children have built or dug or simply left behind from the previous day's playing and learning.
Then there are the children, who run so fast to see their friends and pick up where they left off the day before. I sometimes see little more then a flash going by, with a wispy rooster tail of dust. I sometimes wonder as well: was that little boy who just flew by me at the speed of life really wearing a cape? Did I really see wings lifting that little girl gently above the ground as she laughed and waved to me on her way to the classroom?
And then there is that tender image of the parents, sometimes trying to find their own wings so they can keep up with their child, other times just standing by the old wooden boat, beaming with pride and love as they watch the children charge the school building once the bell has cracked the morning air.
And, finally, the children standing before their teachers, being greeted with smiles, gentle handshakes, a personal word or two. And then, ever so silently, the last child slips behind the closing classroom door and the real blessings begin.
So?to all of you?thank you for these many shining moments and all the grace and blessings we have shared together over this past year. I look forward to seeing you all again on the playground on the first day of school come September.
With warmest regards,
Rudy"
