I don’t remember exactly when I learned that word, but it was a real epiphany to me. I remember reading “Chekhov on the West Heath” by Denise Levertov. She writes about young girls during World War II:

The war is simply
how the world is, to which they were born.
They share
the epiphanies of their solitudes,

I remember reading Helen Keller’s The Story of My Life where she talks about the epiphany of language, coming to understand that the touches of her teacher on her hand meant something.

Then, there is the holiday, Epiphany.

All of these thoughts came together as I read Gina’s post about one of her students getting drawn into a class project. It sounded as if the student, and perhaps even the teacher may have had important epiphanies in that instant. I sure hope so.

So, as an epiphany wish, may you all have special moments of epiphany over the coming weeks.