|Day 13 of 31 at Two Writing Teachers!|
I feel like I've stepped into a mythical forest paradise: the book forest. Lightfooted and sharp-eyed, I am a book forest native. With my senses extra-alert, I weave through the bookshelf tree trunks with expert ease, slipping between branches on well-worn paths that would go unnoticed by outsiders. Towering around me, the tropical forest layers beckon with enticing fruits. Fallen snippets of delicate poetry lie scattered along the forest floor, and dense non-fiction forms the understory. Myriad stories intertwine to create the canopy: rich, colorful, and full of life. Huge giants reaching toward the sky, classics and new favorites periodically stand tall in the emergent layer.
I could lose myself in the forest for hours without ever really being lost. Tasting new fruits, gathering favorite plants, and observing the forest life, I feel completely at home and yet filled with constant discovery. This is what I want for my students, whether they are forest natives like me or wide-eyed new explorers.