Right Beside Writers {CELEBRATE This Week: 177}

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This place, 

right beside writers,

is where I 

watch 

and 

notice.


This place 

is where I 

celebrate 

and 

nudge 

growth.


This place, 

usually on my knees 

and 

always with a servant’s heart

is the


one 


place 

where I always feel 

like I’m doing what 

I was made to do.


Helping others write 

what 

matters 

most. 


I’m pretty sure, 

in some small way, 

I will 

change 

the 

world.


I posted this picture and some of these words on Instagram. A former student left me a comment: I still hear your questions echo in my ear as I write. Sometimes it feels like you are right there next to me.


Her words have followed me around all day. It’s been a dozen years since she sat on the floor of my 7th grade classroom, under the chalkboard, back against the wall with her notebook balanced on her knees.


I didn’t know then that I spent my days in a sanctuary. We wrote in our notebooks. We read books cover to cover. We talked and laughed and teased and tried and failed. And in the end, we all became writers. 


I dedicated my first book to them. 


Because the truth is, sometimes when I kneel next to another writer, I still feel like they are right there next to me. 


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7 Comments »

  1. Ruth, the sanctuary that you have established must be so comforting to many children you have taught and to your own forever family. Thank you for the peaceful poem before I say goodnight to the world.

  2. I saw this pic on Instagram and celebrated a teacher who could make a student feel this way. That sanctuary year, a dozen years ago, was a gift. I celebrate your words: “We talked and laughed and teased and tried and failed. And in the end, we all became writers.”

  3. You have built a sanctuary with no walls because there are times when I even feel your presence down here in southern Indiana. When I have a stack of essays to read, I hear your words – gut check. When I read a student's writing, I hear your words – find the celebration. When I try to write myself, I hear your words – believe in yourself. I hope you realize just how far your sanctuary reaches.

  4. Thank you for an inspiring post; one of my take-aways: A classroom must be a sanctuary–and in this sanctuary, learning is limitless, in the immediate moment and reaching far into the future.

  5. This post plus your post on conference notes are invigorating. The pull at the purpose of our work with children. “Always with a servant's heart” and in “some small way” are the two lines that ring for me. Thank you, Ruth.