Changing Life Roles…
October 22, 2017

I have just returned home from a wonderful afternoon with a friend who, a lifetime ago was my student. We were experimenting with tweaking the sound system in the church. He agreed to meet me and to put his considerable talents to the test to see how we might improve and make clearer the worship message. We ran wire and set up an amp and tested microphones and speakers and twisted dials and sliders for two to three hours. Overwhelmed by  rich, robust sound pulled from assorted electronic gadgetry spread out on the floor and on the table and desktop, we continued. I stand to learn much from him about the nuances of sound.

He was in my first class, Grade 5, when I began my teaching career in 1965. One of 37 young eager minds awaiting filling by me. A first year, fledgling teacher. I remember him fondly from that time because he reminded me of me at that same age. And, today I wonder about changing life roles. The student becomes the teacher! It is not just about him and me! I’ve thought about this before. At what point in our lives, do our children become our caregivers? Our teachers? It is a whammy! The realization that roles have reversed hits home and I delight in the knowledge that I have become the learner.

Today’s adventure into learning was about sound. It was about sound systems and making sound bend to our will. What I came home with is so much grander than just the mechanics of sound. As part of our finding stuff to use as test material, he introduced tome his favourite poet, Shane Koyczan. And I learned even more about the person he has become over all the intervening years since 1965. He has grown into a man of considerable depth and who finds peace and solace in the language of poetry. I rushed home to share my discovery, my learning with my wife.

Let me share it with you, too.

Strawberry Fields
July 17, 2008

Dessert in the backyard

Dessert in the backyard

While working in the backyard yesterday and today I discovered these ripe wild strawberries begging to be picked and eaten with my morning cereal or as a treat in the evening with ice cream. They are late this year. More often than not they are ready for picking in June. The wait is worth it though. The aroma of strawberry surrounds us as we pick, heightening the anticipation of devouring these tiny flavour bombs. It is hard to believe that they are the parent of the cultivated strawberry we expect to find, year round, at our grocers. This is the beginning on my annual 100 Km diet. First the strawberries, then raspberries, saskatoons, pin cherries, cranberries and blueberries. Come! The fruit market has just opened and the price is right. They only cost the time it takes to pick your fill.  GRB