![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
it's a new year, in an old house
Change in the past 365 days -- people. places. practices. presence. Old habits give way to new habits. Old patterns of thought subside for new, and maybe then come back again. Storms surge, and pass, and surge again. The light starts to become visible, if only for fleeting moments.
So many teachers in this past year, to whom I owe my immense gratitude. People who are not my Teachers, but even still my teachers. It is a privilege to be a student. The work is never easy, but I couldn't have it any other way.
So many teachers in this past year, to whom I owe my immense gratitude. People who are not my Teachers, but even still my teachers. It is a privilege to be a student. The work is never easy, but I couldn't have it any other way.