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“If We Went in Together”

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In the Introduction of The Art of Coaching Teams, the poem “An Elephant in the Dark” by Rumi is featured with reflection questions.  The poem (scroll down to see the poem printed below) by the 13th century Persian poet and mystic has come in handy over the years, helping teams of people reflect on their organization or community.

The poem holds significance for me as a school leader from two perspectives.  The first is that our school identity is created by the perspectives of each participant: staff members, students, parents, community members, and visitors.  Every person has an interaction with Kulshan and we form a collective truth about who Kulshan serves, what Kulshan stands for, and how Kulshan delivers on our Bellingham Promise.  Alone, we can only see a part of the school. Together, we see it more fully.

The second perspective involves your middle schooler.  As a parent to a middle schooler and a high schooler, I have witnessed the mentorship of many adults as they build up, teach, and inspire my children.  Every adult has a slightly different relationship and influence on my children, and I have been fortunate to see how these relationships have deeply strengthened my kids in rich and positive ways.  Alone, we can only see our child reflected from our perspective.  If we could see the perspectives of all the adults who are raising up our child, we would understand the child more fully.

We are lucky to work in a learning community of talented and caring adults who seek to build strong relationships with students while igniting their passion to learn.  Thank you for your collaboration in doing this work together.


With Thunderbird Pride,
Meagan Dawson


An Elephant in the Dark

Some Hindus have an elephant to show.
No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.
One by one, we go in the dark and come out
saying how we experience the animal.
One of us happens to touch the trunk.
A water-pipe kind of creature.
Another, the ear. A very strong, always moving
back and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg.
I find it still, like a column on a temple.
Another touches the curved back.
A leathery throne. Another the cleverest,
feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain.
He is proud of his description.
Each of us touches one place
and understands the whole that way.
The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark
are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.
If each of us held a candle there,
and if we went in together, we could see it.
By Rumi

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