Teaching High

I left my class tonight full, exhausted. Every joint aches and barely able to walk. The trip to the car was barely mustered, and I reflected a time on the talk. I had completed a three-hour class and felt as I had in a marathon. I had left all that I am in a mass back there in the class and I had truly won their hearts and minds by truth-telling them of Aztecs and conquistadores, Buddhist monks on great voyages, ancient times when there was romance, intrigue and a long line of compelling moments were woven last night into a history that was done right.