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pace, pools & packing

December 8, 2012

swimming pool

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This week I returned to swimming laps in the 50 metre outdoor pool at Bayswater Waves after a term-long break. Findings? My timing was a little off, breathing became ragged after the first 12 turns, and my right shoulder held a clicky edge that was new and bothersome. I was reminded of the need for continual practice along the lines described by Gordon’s Skill Development model. Then I came across Will Taylor’s Conscious Competence:

Will_Tayor's_competency_matrix_2

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Love those overlapping circles.

I can place myself on the arrow’s cusp of “learning”, avoiding discouragement and conscious that effort will return me to a form I’d taken for granted; yoga will sort out the shoulder. Practice.

Meanwhile, the pace at school has downshifted with reports finalised, reward excursions and end-of-year functions showcased. Our staff room – demountable base for two years – is under deconstruction and thoroughfares are congesting:

packing

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Ending/ beginning? I’m uncertain. My hotseat is in direct line-of-sight with our office door, though, and moving has become something of a spectator sport. Feeling unsettled prompts me to take stock.

2013 Courses have been written and stored on the share drive:

<div style=”margin-bottom:5px”> <strong> <a href=”http://www.slideshare.net/boswellsam/2a-2b-course-2013&#8243; title=”2A 2B English Course 2013″ target=”_blank”>2A 2B English Course 2013</a> </strong> from <strong><a href=”http://www.slideshare.net/boswellsam&#8221; target=”_blank”>Sam Boswell</a></strong> </div>

Like swimming laps, being here now seems the most reliable means of moving forward into whatever is emergent. I tell myself that hiatus offers space for renewal.

Packing is just a means to an end.

I am conscious that these reminders, like skipping chants, are words spoken to ward off fear of the unknown.

And I lean towards the consolations of poetry:

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place…

TS Eliot – Ash Wednesday.

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