Monday, September 17, 2018

Passion



 Sunday. Isn’t this the most exquisite flower?  I found one blooming in my yard today. My neighbor says it is a passion flower. Not being familiar with this flower, I did what all librarians do first. I googled it and then I “wikipediad” it. I found the flower I saw was probably a variety of passion flowers named a Maypop. Maypops, the state flower of Tennessee,  are considered wildflowers and grow on vines in sunny areas. They can produce an edible fruit. I’m not sure why these flowers are called passion flowers except their scientific name is Passiflora. But perhaps the most intriguing and the disappointing thing is the flower only lasts a day.

Monday. For a while now I’ve been processing about the “why” of me, and that’s separate from the “what” of me. When does the what become the why? Or does it?  Is the why the same thing as passion.  Are passion and why related? Obviously, I’m having trouble articulating my thoughts.

This morning as I was wandering around the web, I ran across a poem by Trevor Bryan on the 4 O’Clock Faculty website. I suppose I was subconsciously thinking about that passion flower, and I guess my brain took a mental leap and substituted the word passion for the word mission.  So I invite you to read the poem and substitute the word passion for mission and substitute all words about reading for all words about art.

Where does your librarianship fit into the what/why or job/mission conundrum? I hope you take a minute to reflect, and I hope your passion lasts more than a day.

 My Job

As an art teacher,

my job is to teach the basics of
art making and
and art appreciation.

That’s my job.
That’s what the curriculum says.
That’s why I was hired.

But my mission
is to get kids to  love art
or at least, put them on a path
to like art.

My mission
is to help kids meaningfully
explore,
find,
and share their
unique voice.

This means
that I have to put the kid
before the product
and put the kid
before the process.
The child comes first

Every child that enters my art room
brings a different background,
different experiences,
different cultures
and different parents.
Their relationship with
art making and art appreciation
are going to be just as diverse.

In many cases,
focusing on my job isn’t going to cut it.
In many cases,
I need to focus on my mission
which means,
I need to focus on the individual child.
Not the product.
Not the process.
But the child.

I’m thankful for my job.
I’m grateful for my mission.

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