From the land of silence
I’m alive and well under the sunny skies of Thailand, continuing what has at times seemed like the never-ending pursuit of my masters degree. This week and the next I have the amazing privilege of sitting in a room with ten other incredible individuals while we question, process, search, grow and learn. We are under the leadership and direction of a professor who knows that massive quantities of knowledge poured in is quickly lost, while smaller quantities of knowledge self-discovered is long retained. He’s also far more concerned with who we are becoming, than cramming in a set amount of content to be regurgitated. Within my masters program, I’ve probably learned as much or more sitting around the table for meals with classmates and professors, further elaborating on life and class, than in the classroom itself. And it is for that reason that four years into a program (that would take at most two years in the States), I’m still finding a great deal of joy in taking classes. The amount of rest we are able to find by simply being, and worshipping, and studying in community is simply astounding. Perhaps in the days to come I will share some of the nuggets of wisdom and challenge I’ve been collecting, but for now, I’m relishing the rest and space (funny that that would come in the midst of classes) of this time…not to mention sunshine and flip flops and tonight, falafel.
Hey girl! Wow- you, Thailand, and falafel- I miss you! Thinking if you and glad for you to have this space for thought and decompression!