When miss aguisanda returns to the classroom

Aloha beautiful soul fam 🌺

For those of you who may not know, I’ve recently returned to one of my greatest loves…Teaching (on a casual basis)

And not just teaching from a curriculum, but teaching in the way I wish I was taught as a child - with divine truth, deep love & connection, presence, and reverence.

Yesterday, I spent the day with a beautiful class. The classroom became more than a learning space, it became a sacred space. One where I got to weave in everything I’ve gathered from my own journey as a soul coach, energy weaver, and human being learning to come home to herself.

We spoke about the things you don’t usually learn in school
✨ Emotional intelligence
✨ The language of the body
✨ Energy awareness
✨ And the truth that working hard is old school - that when we follow what feels most natural, what lights us up, we not only feel happier, but abundance flows more freely.

I guided them into a simple practice to connect with their bodies, quiet the mind, and notice what was going on inside. Surprisingly, they were completely focused. Still. Present. And so willing.

And when I asked what they noticed, their responses blew me away:

🌀 “My head felt like it was running.”
🌀 “My shoulders felt really heavy.” 🌀 “I feel tingling coming out of my head”

We spoke about how our bodies are always giving us messages. That when our minds are racing, it’s a sign we need to slow down, just like we would if we’d been physically running all day. I told them that heaviness in the shoulders means that we may be carrying alot of the past with us and that we have to learn that it’s safe to let it go, and that tingling is a sign that energy is being released. I also shared with them that when we receive that inner information, we get to choose how to respond to it.

But then…there was one boy.

A soul who was holding so much inside. Throughout the day, he was triggered by many things, the feeling of being rejected, or facing what seemed to him like injustice. When those feelings rose, he expressed them the only way his nervous system knew how, through - Screaming. Crying. Hitting. Kicking.
Yep, all while I was teaching a class of 26. And there were multiple outbursts throughout the day.

Yes, it was “disruptive” by traditional standards.
But deeper than that, he wanted to feel seen, to be acknowledged, to be understood.

And so I chose to see him.

I set loving boundaries
“It’s okay to let it out. It’s important to let it out. But we don’t hurt ourselves or others.”

In one moment, he erupted because his laptop wouldn’t work and others’ did (even though many laptops hadn’t been charged over the holidays). Another time, it was because he felt left out when someone chose to pair with someone else. His system interpreted these moments as rejection, abandonment, injustice and betrayal, echoes of deeper emotional wounds (and Spirit told me that this anger was mainly towards his mum or the women in his life). And in some moments as I would hold space for him - he would yell at me and say “You are frustrating me!”.

Did i take it personally? Of course not because I saw the truth of all the women before him not being able to love him and guide him and support him in the way he always needed.

Some of the other children began to watch him like entertainment.
Waiting for the reaction.
Trying to set him off.

In those moments, I didn’t shame him or punish him.
Instead, I showed the whole class what it meant to hold space. That in those moments, we support him by -

💫 Not teasing, reacting or staring.
💫 To give him a safe space to feel.
💫 To anchor in calm.
💫 And I also reminded him, again and again - that I wasn’t going to leave. I acknowledged that his feelings mattered. That it was okay to feel what he was feeling and that it was important to let it all out.

I taught him that his greatest power would come not from controlling his emotions, but from being present with them. That his strength would lie in learning how to pause, and breathe, and learning not to react to those trying to provoke him. To not take the bait.

And after recess, he came up to me and said “Miss Aguisanda - these boys were trying to make fun of me, but I didn’t react and I just walked away”.

This was a beautiful moment, because he had already started integrating what I was teaching him and I could see in his face how proud he was, so of course - we celebrated that together.

Honestly kids are the QUICKEST learners. If only most adults had that same enthusiasm to learn and integrate new knowledge that quickly.

And I want to share this with you because…

So many of us as adults never had someone hold us that way.
We were told we were “too much,” “attention-seeking,” or “overreacting.”
Our anger, grief, or heartbreak was ignored. Or punished. Or mocked.

One teacher even told me, “Just ignore him when he’s like that, he’s just seeking attention.”
But the truth is he’s not seeking attention.
He’s seeking connection.
He’s seeking the safety he never learned was available.

So if this boy’s story awakens something in your own inner child —
Allow this be your reminder:

🌿 Your emotions are valid.
🌿 It is safe to express them (in a safe way).
🌿 You never need to apologise for your sensitivity, your anger, your tears. Honour your emotions because they are sacred.
🌿 You were never too much. You just needed someone to TRULY see you.

Let’s teach ourselves what we weren’t taught.
Let’s remind our inner children that they no longer need to scream to be heard.
We’re listening now. We’re holding space.

Let’s choose to no longer abandon ourselves. Let’s choose to come home.

Infinite divine love, light, bliss, joy and liberation,

Divine Raizza Aguisanda