April Fools

The girls are all a twitter about April Fool's Day. They can't manage to keep anything secret and have already switched the jackets of the books we are reading for other books and rigged a clock. They have big plans for school as well--they are planning to sneak into each other's classrooms for role call and who knows what else.

Of course, N and I have enjoyed our share of fooling them such as....

Putting a baggy of dog food in Hels' lunch when she was in 2nd grade. She ate a piece.

Going for a Sunday drive only to have the car start to jerk and shake ....and run out of gas. The girls and I began hiking down a dirt road to find a telephone when N came driving by, hooting the horn, and saying "April Fools." It was so good.

Now I'm hearing from the mudroom.... "Lou! Get me one of Mom's boots." Guess I'd better proceed with caution in the morning.

Do you have a fun family April Fools story?

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Creating Hope for Our Children

I've been thinking about Hels' reaction to the Joan Baez concert. The child was completely absorbed not just in the music, but also in the lyrics and the message. We've had subsequent talks about Vietnam, Iraq, the peace movement, and the power of the arts to challenge the status quo.


Talking about such issues is relatively new for us. We've lived for years without television. Our children have not grown up seeing the nightly news. They haven't had images from news magazines staring at them from the coffee table. One might say they've led a very sheltered existence. One could say that we've done them a disservice by not teaching them about Iraq, global warming, extinction, or any number of other things. Of course, they know about these big world issues in a general sense, but they haven't been exposed to the media's fear factor approach.

Not too long ago, while visiting friends, their young daughter kept coming up to me to ask if I realized that xx acres of ice were disappearing from Antarctica every day. She kept bringing me these little facts and I realized that she was quite disturbed by it all and really had no idea what to do with the information she had received except to be worried.

This worry seems so unnecessary. There's plenty of time later to be worried about the world. Instead, I think children need to have such deep, rich experiences in the world that it fills their inner selves. They need to have wallowed in mud, gotten lost in the world of the stars, and breathed in the sweet smell of grass. They need to have such a sense of wonder about the world that as adults, they'll care--care enough to step out and try to create change.

Children also need to grow up with adults quietly leading by example in creating change. By simple acts--recycling, composting, saving energy, attending town meeting and voting--our children will see that the power of one can be powerful. They'll grow to realize that their parents have been active, engaged citizens all along and that they, themselves have been acting toward change all along.


As teens, susceptible to swinging emotions and new ways of thinking, it could be easy to become overwhelmed and depressed about the world. If they already have the habit of being "green"at home, perhaps when they delve into global warming in their science class they will realize that they already have begun to make change in their own small way.

The Waldorf curriculum also supports this notion. In the middle school years, the children are exposed to a rich array of literature, science, current events, and history that expose the children to big issues and disturbing events that are balanced with examples leaders and artists of all sorts who have acted with respect, concern and integrity. They are also given a large amount of community service work to help them find purpose in themselves.

I want my young teen to learn about the Joan Baez's in this world. As she learns about some of our world's greatest challenges, I don't want her to sink into despair or helplessness, but instead to be stirred into caring and action. We're stepping into a new phase in our family life. It's exciting!

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Hope


"You can't deny
The other side
Don't want to die
Any more than we do
What I'm trying to say,
Is don't they pray
Tell me, how does God choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
And who throws the dice
On the day after tomorrow?"





We had the extraordinary experience of hearing Joan Baez in concert last night. Her message of non-violence and peace brought a new sense of urgency and a new hope to us all. Hels and Lou were fascinated by her story and were in awe of her presence, as was I. I went to a Joan Baez concert about 10 years ago, and that concert was nothing like this.

Last night Joan stood on that stage and gave us a concert that spoke directly to our times. At one point, she spoke of working with Dr. King. She said that not since then has she felt such hope for the healing of our world as she does today with Barack Obama's candidacy. The audience roared their approval, and she launched into yet another song that spoke so simply, yet directly to each of us about our responsibilities to this world.

There was much to contemplate in the car on the way home.

Finlandia

This is my song
Oh god of all the nations
A song of peace
For lands afar and mine

This is my home
The country where my heart is
Here are my hopes
My dreams my holy shrine

But other hearts
In other lands are beating
With hopes and dreams
As true and high as mine

My countries skies
Are bluer than the ocean
And sunlight beams
On clover leaf and pine

But other lands
Have sunlight too and clover
And skies are everywhere
As blue as mine

Oh hear my song
Oh god of all the nations
A song of peace
For their land and for mine

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Easter in Vermont

Easter dawned bitterly cold here. Too cold for the sap to run. The snow still so very deep. We spent the day with friends exploring their world, looking for signs of spring. Here's what we found....

Trees tapped for sugaring

Lambs needing bottles.


Hens starting to lay again


Easter Eggs


We spent most of the day around the table, talking and laughing. Short trips outside (it was very cold), then back inside by the stove for felting eggs and more visiting.

Deep below, Deep below,
New life will spring.

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An Easter Story


It was Easter, 1994. N and I had slipped out of my parents' house for an early morning walk on the beach followed by a cup of coffee at the local bakery. As we sipped our coffee, N suddenly handed me a little box....just about the size of a ring box. My stomach flipped.

You see, we had begun talking about getting married just a few weeks before. We had decided that N would discuss all this with my Step-Father at Easter. We had only known each other for a few months, but we both knew that the other was the one.

A million thoughts ran through my head as that little box was held out to me. I looked in his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened it. Nestled inside that box was a little wooden Easter egg. We both laughed. We were so happy and I enjoyed the joke.

That day, after Easter dinner, N took my Step-Father out into the backyard for a talk. Everyone in the family knew what was going on. My Grandfather was glued to the window. We didn't become officially engaged that day, but we gained the blessing of our family. An important first step.

The beginning of the beginning. And it was Easter.

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Finding My Balance

It is 6:30 a.m. and I have just finished an hour with my blogs and a hot cup of coffee. This morning time is my sacred time. If I don't have this time to myself, I find my day is unbalanced. If I haven't had the time to be quiet, center, read for pleasure and sometimes write, my ability to provide a centered presence for my family is shaky at best.



It has just been over the past year or two that I have noticed how important this morning time is to me. Once I get the children up, I become caught up in the whirlwind of their rhythms and routines. Once they are off to school, I become caught up in the many demands of my work. The day flies by until suddenly I find myself at the other end, visiting with N and reading stories before bed.

For years I have wished that I could find the time to stop, draw a little circle of quiet around myself, and let me spirit be refreshed by whatever is surrounding me. It hasn't been my nature to do this, even though I know I've needed it. Blogging has turned out to fill this need. By journaling my days, I am stopping and taking in the little moments. Somehow, sharing these little moments with others has kept me going when in the past my journals have often fizzled away.

Blogging has provided more balance to my life than I ever imagined.

Happy Equinox. I hope you all can find your balance too.

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Balancing Work and Home

Recently I had an email asking me how I balance work and home. Since having children, I have had the good fortune to be able to work part-time. I even got an extended paid leave for the summer after Lou was sick. For the past 4 years I have worked at home primarily during school hours, although, as has been noted, I go through spurts of evening teaching.


Working at home has been perfect for our family. I've been able to adjust my hours when the children are home from school and over the years I've worked out ways to work without becoming distracted by the house.

I have my own rhythm that I am pretty attached to. Before taking the children to school, I tidy up the downstairs and begin a load of laundry. Sometimes I put dinner into the crockpot. No matter how rushed we are, I take the time to make sure all the dishes are in the dishwasher and that the counters are clean.



Call me crazy, but I love coming home to the house at rest and all the machines humming quietly along. I get my last cup of coffee and then head into my office for the morning.

Around 10:30 or so, I break for a cup of tea. While the water is boiling, I move the laundry along and figure out what we'll have for dinner. I then head back to my desk for another chunk of work-time.












I have one very bad work habit--I often work right through lunch-time, eating at my desk. What I should do is take a walk. But my excuse today? Another lovely "wintry mix."


Lately, my attention-span seems to have changed. I find myself becoming very deeply involved in work in the afternoon rather than the morning. This is the time when my work tends to move from answering emails and doing finances to reading and research.


I leave to pick up the girls around 2:45. From then on, my day is usually filled with homework and violin practice before dinner. If the girls have friends over in the afternoon, I head back to my desk for an hour or so. I almost always dip back into my office one last time to check emails before N gets home.

So there is my day and how I balance work and home. If I haven't tidied the house before taking the kids to school and left the kitchen perfectly clean, I have a much harder time leaving it all behind and sinking into my work.

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Balance

I have been going through a time where I am completely preoccupied with my work. I am teaching three different courses to teachers where we are exploring the first (white) settlements of Vermont. I love digging deep into the archives in all the various towns. I love handling the old documents and finding such treasures as "the town agreed to lease the land as long as the trees shall grow and the water shall run." I love helping teachers figure out how to get their children to connect to the people who settled in the wilderness braving wolves, Indian attacks, and starvation. It's really all I can think about right now.

Teaching is my favorite part of my job. Because I work with teachers, all the classes happen late afternoon and early evening. This, combined with N working out of town A LOT right now, makes for some continued busy days. The kids are taking it in stride and getting their homework and practicing done on their own. Somehow the laundry is moving from machines and back into drawers. The dog is being fed. The house is remaining clean because nobody is home. Balance of a sort.

See, I was going to end this post with something profound. I was going to find some cool clips of old documents and then figure out how to talk about balancing work and home. But, it's now 6:38 a.m. Time to get the kids out of bed and off to school. Then I'm off all day at a big meeting until I pick them up, take them to violin, hand off Lou to N, and then take Hels for something to eat and Morris dancing. Home at 9 p.m. Luckily, Tuesday is the only day when we have such a schedule. Luckily, Wednesday seems to be perpetual WINTRY MIX day where we've been having delayed starts to school!

Hmm. Balancing work and home are going fine. Balancing work, home, and BLOG? Not so fine! Sorry for the photo-less post.

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Busy Times

My brother recently left me a comment wondering where we were....

We're here, sort of. The dining table has undergone a metamorphosis since the last post! We've entered a crazy few weeks with work where I'm out leading teacher workshops in the evenings a couple of nights a week, N is working in Virginia, and Hels has embarked on some big school projects. Amidst all this, Hels joined a teen Morris dancing troupe and Lou passed her Book 1 Suzuki test. She's so very proud. To pass the test, she had to play the hardest song perfectly and have memorized all the songs in the book so she could play any the teacher gave her. She passed with flying colors. That led to another evening out for celebration...

So, this week we're reduced to crock pot meals and canned fruit in the lunches as I've run out of anything fresh.













It's still winter here with signs of spring-- As I've been burning the rubber up and down the highways of Vermont, I've noticed that the snowpack is going down. The river ice is up on the road. The trees have sprouted their syrup buckets. I look forward to a brief respite this weekend when we can breath it all in before next week's round of a similar schedule.


I know some of you asked about making the birds from the last post. The idea came from this month's issue of Family Fun magazine. We'll see if we can pull off a little tutorial this weekend.

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CHEEP CHEEP!!



We're all housebound with another wintry mix. I'm rather done with it all--especially after green week when I realized the only things green outdoors were street signs and hemlock.

We decided to give spring a little kick start today. Some of us were into pastels and polyester....






Others of us were into a more wooly, woodsy approach.


This little chick is liking his wooly egg.


I'm on clean-up duty. There's a very elaborate circus being set up in the basement for our evening's entertainment. I guess this wintry mix wasn't so bad after all!

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Green Week: 5


Two friends making music.
Luckily the friend is wearing a green shirt.
Thankfully green week is over.

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Green Week: 4

Hels made this journal last summer with a friend of mine. We've made a number of these journals and use them for all sorts of things--trips, gardens, and just for drawing. Just opening this has put me in the mood to go back and make a new journal. It's definitely a spring activity as I like having a new journal for summer. Hels has filled this one with geometric drawings.

Geometric drawing was the first block of 6th grade this year. They worked with compasses, rulers, and color as they made hexagons, stellar hexagons, pentagons, etc. With geometric drawing they get a hands-on experience of angles and forms that leads to a deeper understanding of both the mathematics and artistry of geometry. The drawings in her main lesson book are much more complicated than these.


She's made dozens and each is beautiful in its own way. I love them. I had a lot of trouble with geometry in school. I wonder if I would have had an easier time if I could have actually drawn the results of all those formulas in an artistic way.

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Green Week: 3


When I was a child my parents used to take us to visit greenhouses in the winter. I always came home with a little African violet or cactus. It's one of those great childhood memories. My girls now see a trip to the greenhouse in deep winter as a mandatory event. When we went this past January, I brought back these primroses for my north kitchen window. Of course, the girls got cacti. Don't all kids love them?

I also have a second round of crocuses starting to grow down in that blue pot. I have bulbs started all over the house in the hopes that we'll have some flowers for Easter! It's almost time to plant wheat grass.

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Green Week: 2

I don't know why I decided to embark on "Green Week". I have no time this week--I'm not even home when the sun is up today.

This series of books is a favorite in our house. They were my mother's and I also loved them as a child. The set of 12 books begins with a volume of beautiful nursery rhymes and then progresses with many classics in children's literature, some abridged, some not. They were written in the 1920s and seem to almost follow the Waldorf curriculum! There are fairy tales, folk tales from around the world, mythology, some Chaucer and Shakespeare, and an entire volume of childhood biographies of authors.

While we poured through these books when the girls were younger, they've been sitting on the shelf for awhile now. I've been wanting to do some reading out loud with Hels, and am thinking this might be where we begin!

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Brown or Green?

As I was telling the girls about Green Week and how I wanted to try and come up with photos of all things green, N suggested I take a picture of this chair. So I did. Only problem?

It's...um...brown.

Poor N, he gets teased a little too often for his color-blindness. Now it's even in the blog!

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Old-Fashioned Play

I recently read about an NPR story at unplugyourkids. It talked about how a preschool program called "Tools of the Mind" is training kids to regulate behaviors and emotions through play. Their premise is that old-fashioned play is important in building social and behavioral skills. However, the program calls for kids to script their play before actually playing. The comment section illustrates how parents are unsure of how to teach their children to play and worried about how to keep it "educational." Even a kindergarten teacher wanted to know how long play should be allowed--the advice was "30-40 minutes a day."

I find it sad that more and more kids need to be taught how to play. I began to think back to when Lou and Hels were young and what their play was like. There would be some days when silks, blocks, and toys would be strewn from one end of the house to the other. Chairs would be rearranged and walking would be hazardous. We used to joke that the bigger the mess, the better the play.

The very best play days came about when I was also busy about the house. I found that if I was up and about the house tidying, doing laundry, cooking or whatever, the kids would settle into deep, imaginative worlds. Whenever I'd sit down at the computer or with a book, they'd be all over me (still true). I think that my work about the house provided them with a bit of security. My energy provided a bit of form or ego presence within which they could then feel free to just go.

In retrospect, it's a little similar to the energy in a Waldorf kindergarten. The teacher stays busy at classroom chores while the kids play, and play, and play. When there's an issue, the child involved gets drawn into the teacher's work and then is let loose back into the play again. There's an active adult busy with her own work, yet providing formed energy and presence in the classroom.

Hels and especially Lou still occasionally engage in deep creative play. Of course it has evolved since they were young. For Lou, the play is all about setting up the scenario. She doesn't play out the scenario much anymore. Hels, at almost 12, will also occasionally go to some other world of fairies or knights or who knows what. It makes me very happy when I see my young adolescent play--she's still learning a lot through it.

I think it's easy to buy or make the types of toys we all know that spark creativity and engagement. It's harder to figure out what we as adults need to do to create the space from which creativity can emerge. Sometimes, it's just doing our own work about the house, so the kids can get on with their work of play. We need to create the space, but we don't need to script it.


My hope for our girls is that, as they grow older, they'll carry the sparks of creativity and the social lessons they've learned from play into all aspects of their lives.

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