Memories of my late mentor were keeping me company last Monday night. I choose the word “cauldron” to wink back at him. A cauldron… a vessel in which magic is allowed to awaken. I am a cauldron. My imagination is a cauldron. My students, and their imaginations are cauldrons.
Cauldrons Near and Far
Cauldrons Near and Far
Cauldrons Near and Far
Memories of my late mentor were keeping me company last Monday night. I choose the word “cauldron” to wink back at him. A cauldron… a vessel in which magic is allowed to awaken. I am a cauldron. My imagination is a cauldron. My students, and their imaginations are cauldrons.