|One of Erie's lighthouses|
My students are generous with their compliments of my work; they often tell me that I create a class environment in which they are set free, that they always feel like anything and everything is not just okay but wonderful and fully witnessed, that they can completely express themselves without any fear of any kind of judgment.
I often reply that it's because I myself am willing to look like a complete wacko. This is my way, of course, of pushing the compliment aside since I am so uncomfortable being told such wonderful things. Or I tell them that it is the work and I am just a channel for that work. You know, anything to brush them off. Anything not to see ourselves as the beautiful beings that others see us as.
What? I am lovable? I am...good? Worthy? Wow. Now go away while I pull up a chair for the next critic who is available in my head. I surely have to go make that asshole a cup of tea rather than stand here and take all this...niceness.