Saturday, November 29, 2008

H is for Holistic

H can stand for so many things, but right now I am thinking about the holistic approach. This is another not-my-fault-thing. When both your parents happen to be teachers (and it's not always such a good idea), you tend to fall right into the holistic approach trap, and then yes, that is a swell idea. Dad has always gone for holism with us, during the 40+ year he spent at school. It really works. Incidentally, dad is one person who has never grown up either. I have never heard him uttering that he's off to work. Never. Rather, he's always said, he's off to school, like a diligent school-boy. It's probably why he has never grown up, loves life... and children. He is a born educator, and that will never change. Once a teacher... always a teacher. If only the philosophy of education was geared towards finding a love for living and learning (not necessarily in that order). All through my 35 years plus the 7 months spent in total seclusion with my brother in my mother's womb, life has knocked me up quite a bit. But perhaps once you have an inherent passion for love, relationships, and a reverence for life, somehow you'll make it. I have made it, when everybody else was throwing in the towel in exasperation. How, I haven't a clue. But having good role models may have a say in that. Looking back at my childhood, it would have probably been a very good idea to stay in childhood where everything was so nice, when I got cuddled, when dad told me I was his little princess. I still am a princess to him,the only thing which has changed is that I'm ahem not very little anymore. I suppose I could go to Arani Issa and have all the works done, but oh no there's no way I'll put myself into such suffering, Liposuction, as the word suggests, sucks. Big time. It is a painful business. True it turns people into models overnight, but oh God the pain. I've been there, done that, will never do that again.

Back to holism. It would be such a wonderful thing if we threw all our Math logbooks away, concentrated on the beauty of art and literature, and started to feel. We all have feelings, my problem is that I cannot understand why noble feelings are being perceived as wrong. I have given up on the understanding, because somewhere somehow, my grey matter cannot explain it. We have eliminated the rod, well done for that. But in doing so we have also eliminated the power of the touch, of human contact, of humane contact. We suddenly are expected to become robotic creatures without a scrap of emotion. Sorry, it's not on, it's not me, and I cannot learn this no matter how hard I try. I have worked in the 'feeling' world for too long. Opera, oratorios, soundtracks... they all provide a good space for emotions. And if only we could somehow include that into the teaching and the learning, then that would make sure that the next generation would finally have learned something good, for good.