Violet always seems so gentle, so calm…like flowers budding in the spring.
The color of these mussels surprised me. Sometimes they can look almost black…other times a deep indigo or rich blue. But on this day, in the warm winter sun they looked violet, understating their strength and resilience.
I admire these creatures who survive in the intertidal zone. They live part of the time under the sea, covered completely by briny ocean water. And they live part of the time exposed to the sun and wind and birds and people, holding tightly to the rock. They have an otherworldly look…like they belong to a time before people walked the earth…and perhaps they did.
Sometimes we miss the beauty of strength, the ability to adapt, to hold tightly and conserve resources. Mussels, like some of our students, are stoic. They don’t complain or call for our attention. They aren’t showy or dramatic…they’re almost common, easy to overlook.
Who are you overlooking in the classroom? Which of your students takes care of business without attracting your attention? And what would happen if you were to notice? What would you see and learn?
Thinking Through My Lens 