The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass,
it becomes a mysterious, awesome, magnificent world in itself.
Nearly 50 students filled the classroom this Spring, their anticipation apparent in their early arrivals on the first day of class. They were eager to learn that of which we, even in the Academy, rarely speak.
For five days, at least eight hours at a time, they listened, watched, touched, and experienced. We laughed. We cried. We contemplated. We questioned. We wondered. We reached. We grew. We bore witness to pain and loss. And we entered that space willingly and honestly. I don't know if there are words to express what happened in our five days together, but for so many, myself included, it was too powerful to ever forget.
And so, I won't. I won't ever forget my Spring of 2010 students and the many miles of journeying we've done together. These brief moments will endure long beyond my tenure at Arizona State. And I hope that, one day, when they need a lesson about life, love, trauma, and death, our time together will be a catalyst for healing, both in receiving and in giving.
Thank you each. Thank you.