We eat, we breathe, we drink, we move, we love, we die
What you eat matters for a lot of reasons--politics, health, and capitalism twist themselves around every impossibly red Twizzler. But that's not what I am talking about.
We teach kids how to use their forks and knives, which side to place their glass, where to put their napkins.
But if a child should close her eyes as she slowly chews the flesh she has been given, and savors the gift of an animal now dead, with an occasional low, throaty growl of joy, she'd likely be seen as odd, possibly mentally ill.
We think we are teaching them how to eat when we're teaching them how to obey.
Just what are you teaching in your classroom this week?
Moving about quickly can get things done, but dancing here, now, can bring joy.