The year is in one of its splendid moments of changing glory. When I came to my lesson today, Fukunari-sensei told me about her recent trip to see the leaves. She said she and her husband arrived at 8:30am to find many many people already there. Such is the beauty of fall. Along the same lines, I told her that tomorrow some friends of mine and I are headed to Kyoto to see the fall leaves. It will be busy there as well, probably even more so.
I've recently been impressed with a lesson I've been learning from her teaching, the importance and comfort of showing her what I don't understand. My whole life I've always wanted my teachers to think I understand. Only now, after three college degrees have I figured out how wrong I was about learning! It's not that I want to wallow in my ignorance, but there is something very relieving about trusting to someone my shortcomings, about telling her that I don't know a word, that a concept doesn't make sense. Somehow I trust that she will be able to explain it, despite our opposing language comprehensions. Nor do I ever feel judged regarding my intelligence, my memory, or my work ethic.
Perhaps it is my own newfound stability as a non-student in an adult life, but it has made me reflect on an important quality of the relationship between the teacher and student. Very happy to be learning from her.