Last night I dreamed I was in the parking lot in front of my school. I was loading my car with treasures from home that I had brought to share with my students—fine silverware, china, paintings, sculptures, and musical instruments.
I’m not sure exactly what the dream means. I have brought stuff from home to my kindergarten, but typically what I bring are not treasures, but the opposite: old housewares we’ve upgraded. My best musical instruments mostly stay home.
I think the dream is telling me that my work at school is enriching me, that the emotional and spiritual investments that I’ve made in my career are paying dividends that I bring home with me.
The gratitude I feel for my life's work probably comes from walking by the Patrick Amiot sculpture honoring me as I enter and leave school each day.
I feel humbled and honored by it every day. I want to live out its meaning.