The Kindergarten Teacher's Creed
I bring the gift of myself
To this celebration of life
We call the Kindergarten.
I come each day
To be refined, smoothed, tempered,
For I hold in my hands,
with wonder and gratitude
Seeds of the future are in the oneness
Of all nature and all people
In tune with the divine to found in our hearts
That I give, through the joy and beauty of love.
is made of
and fallen leaves.
Put your hand in the soil
and touch yesterday,
and all that will be left
So that new life
can celebrate this day.
There are many gifts. But a true gift is something you make, because you make it with your imagination, your time, your money, your hands, your brain, and your best wishes.
You are really wrapping yourself up and giving yourself away.
Of course, that means there is more of you everywhere.
And when you bump into pieces of your good old wonderful self,
Sparkles fill the air.
Written around the border of a mirror:
Thank you for every magic moment
that makes it possible for me
to stand here and to feel
how truly wonderful I am.
The garden is the source of all life
and the basis of all art.
Toast to a Liberated Wife
To that womanhood without which
there is no manhood;
To that independence without which
there is no belonging;
To that love without which
there is no mystery;
May that mystery never be solved.
—Willys Peck, for Betty