tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post3618554774973092929..comments2023-10-08T11:41:11.043-04:00Comments on Apple River Tarot Readings - It's Not The Destination, It's The Journey: The Ace of Wands - Work Vs DrudgeryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478520659409723872noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post-55830554914922802242015-04-20T11:56:54.015-04:002015-04-20T11:56:54.015-04:00You're most welcome Ellen.<3You're most welcome Ellen.<3<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08478520659409723872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post-74557034117702626142015-04-20T11:02:32.895-04:002015-04-20T11:02:32.895-04:00This is such a lovely and sweet compliment. Thank ...This is such a lovely and sweet compliment. Thank you so much for this. It means a lot to me!<br />Big HugEllenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02617686222764658629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post-79003137791831910252015-04-20T10:45:52.870-04:002015-04-20T10:45:52.870-04:00I know you said 'was' a teacher Ellen. I r...I know you said 'was' a teacher Ellen. I referred to you as a you being a teacher now. I don't think you really stop being a teacher directly just because it isn't your 'job'. Teachers are born with a teacher's heart, and I believe you my dear friend have one. You have much wisdom and insight to impart to others.<br /> I can have all the education in the world and I can get that. But if you are not born with the passion to be a teacher, you can't get that. You either have it or don't and you do!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08478520659409723872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post-8887798032552834682015-04-20T10:18:56.431-04:002015-04-20T10:18:56.431-04:00Sorry bad English. I was a teacher and I did love ...Sorry bad English. I was a teacher and I did love it a lot. :D<br />Here the school aren't what they used to be too. Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02617686222764658629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post-77792817187253533462015-04-20T09:50:00.338-04:002015-04-20T09:50:00.338-04:00Next to motherhood, I so believe being a teacher i...Next to motherhood, I so believe being a teacher is the hardest and noblest job in the world, if you are good at it. I had no idea you are a teacher Ellen. Wonderful, and I am certain you are a good one!!! I loved teaching too, but not in the North American public school system. It is more interested in reducing everyone down to the lowest denominator, mainstreaming and making kids into consumers. This is the way it is in North America, and now there are so many police within schools in the States. It is so sad. So much is expected of teachers and next to impossible for the good ones to survive. I think in Europe the educational system fits into a more creative paradigm and creativity is considered one of the essential basics. Here, it all math, high tech and oriented around the "market" and the economy. Like I said, making consumers and making money,even in the higher education. Universities always trying to do everything and anything to attract students to stay afloat. Tuition fees are through the roof here and so much student debt. <br /><br />I'm jumping off my soap box now!<br /><br />Every job has it's drudgery moments I think. But with making art if it gets to that point, best thing to do is to take a break!<br /><br />Thank you Ellen, things are coming along with by art creations! Lots to do!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08478520659409723872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079858485717808199.post-84138905853518546342015-04-20T04:07:14.439-04:002015-04-20T04:07:14.439-04:00I always loved being a teacher but I dreaded the s...I always loved being a teacher but I dreaded the stacks of notebooks I had to check and tests to grade.<br />I wish you lots of inspiration for creating you unborn pieces of art! :DEllenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02617686222764658629noreply@blogger.com