When I posted my talk “The Lobster, the Butterfly and the Starfish” back on July 22nd, they were just three stories relating in a general way to the Orff training venture (and adventure) we were about to begin. Recently, the Starfish story took on a more immediate and personal meaning and now the Lobster one does as well. Here’s how I told it back then:
“How do lobsters grow? The young lobster has a hard, rigid shell to protect it. As its soft body grows, the hard shell stays the same. So the lobster reaches a point of noticeable discomfort and finds a safe place to hide. There it sheds its shell and stays hidden until it grows a new one. After a time, the new one is too small for the growing body and it repeats the process—discomfort, retreating, shedding, growing a new shell.
So let us learn from the lobster. Feel the discomfort, don’t rush to mask it or ignore it or medicate it or fix it. Instead, find a safe haven to retreat to where you can shed the shell and start to grow the next one that fits your changing self. We hope this will be the place you can do that, in company with caring teachers and trusted friends. This can be the place to slough off the too-small covering, feel safe while the new one develops, away from the jeers and laughter and taunting of the cruel world.”
This is who I am at the moment. Sheltering down at this time of great vulnerability where everything I’ve valued and believed in and worked for and lived has been flushed down the toilet. The signals are clear that I can’t bear to see a talking-head on the news of any persuasion, can’t hear the news or the analysis of it or the reaction to it without feeling my tender unshelled psychic body poked and prodded and rubbed raw and cut by the blade of betrayal. Before I can begin to act in the outer world, lumber again towards what needs to be done, I just have to stay in the safe places while the new shell grows. Like The San Francisco School, where I passed another joyful day with 1st graders, 3rd graders and 4-year-olds.
Not only does that marvelous community continue the legacy of some 58 years of beautiful work with children, I’ve noticed yet more steps to evolving while witnessing the weekly elementary town meeting. Lovely teachers gently guiding kids of all ages toward the full blossom of their humanity by teaching them how to be in community right here, right now, at every age and stage of development. The fact that some of the teachers were kids I taught and that some kids I taught today are grandkids of former school colleagues (and my dentist!) and kids of other kids I taught—well, it doesn’t get much better than that. It is precisely the place this vulnerable lobster needs to be.
And I get to go back again tomorrow!