I think of my own educational journey like a river. The image comes to mind because, since I was a child, I have enjoyed being by rivers, hiking or fishing, and in rivers, swimming. Rivers have sources, or several. Their sources are sometimes as big as glacial lakes or as seemingly small as springs sprouting from a mountain. Rivers grow in breadth, depth and volume as they lengthen. They meander, eddy, rush and fall. Rivers are fed by tributaries and by ground water and sometimes even ancient glaciers. A good, hard rain will swell them to flooding and a lack of rain will deplete them. Rivers travel through many different landscapes and deposit themselves into estuaries, deltas, lakes and oceans. They are sometimes tapped to irrigate fields or to generate power. it's an appropriate metaphor for my journey with education because there have been times of exciting growth and movement of new learnings like rapids where I've barely been able to keep up, and there have been more slow-moving reflective times, quiet pools where I have been honing the craft of teaching. I have been through many landscapes in my teaching: Multicultural southern Ontario, indigenous communities in the Northwest Territories and on the west coast of Vancouver Island, in urban settings and rural, in K-12 and in college.