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Saturday, 27 November 2010

Simple Winter Joys and a Simple Winter Salad Recipe





 
The perfect Winter Salad.

One small red cabbage shredded.
4 good sized carrots grated.
3 sharp green apples grated.
1 large red onion finely sliced.
1 beetroot chopped
A little salt and pepper.
A squeeze of lemon.
A glug of olive oil.
A splash of balsamic vinegar.




Late afternoon light. Sepia spilled beauty.

Winter inspiration. Frosted petals. Icy snowflake flowers, Glass buttons.
Three embroidery rings and a handful of scraps.
= a morning of quiet concentration for three small girls.









Friday, 26 November 2010

Salt Painted Christmas Cards

We love to make our own Christmas cards. This is one of the best craft "recipes" we've found so far.

The girls had so much fun making these Christmas cards using the salt paint technique borrowed from this lovely post. Thanking Elizabeth for the link!

It was especially enjoyable because it was the kind of craft that kids of all ages can enjoy.
With four girls aged between 3 and 12 this is always a bonus!

To make the cards we first covered our pieces of watercolour paper in glue stick glue.
Then we sprinkled on a layer of salt.

Next we "dripped" slightly diluted food colouring into our paper to create the beautiful crystallized paint effect... (this was the most fun part)

It was quite mesmerizing watching the colour seep through the salt crystals.

Once dry we cut our paintings into star and Christmas tree shapes...

Before sticking them onto blank cards.

We finished decorating them with seed beads and sequins.

A lovely, creative, and thrifty way to spend an afternoon!




{This Moment}


Joining Soulemama today for {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Yarn Along...

Joining Ginny today for "Yarn Along"...


I have finished the second rainbow beret!
Here are my "twins" as they're calling themselves now.

I've just started knitting the back of this cardigan ( the last one on the page) I found over at Ravelry.


It seems to be knitting up pretty quickly and I'm enjoying the simple cable pattern.

For reading... Well we are still happily bounding through the wondrous "Princess and the Goblin".
My two eldest girls are especially enthralled!

I love the way the author George MacDonald, is unafraid to use a challenging vocabulary.

No "twaddle" apparent whatsoever!

My seven year old, particularly, is just soaking it up. She is definitely at the "heroes, myths, morals and fairy tales stage of relating to life so this book is particularly perfect for her.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

When blogging hurts



Words are written so easily. The silence of the page hardly rebounds. Keys fall loosely, fluidly, without a sound. Mute and rhetorical.
Thoughts overflow upon a hungry white screen and they cannot be diluted or dammed. Emotions seep in drunken abandon.
They create waves, like ripples, ever widening.

Somehow things such as this lie beyond ideology.



Blogging, as with life, work, school or any other place where individuals gather into groups within a group has it's own rules, hierarchies, cliques and tribes.

I don't really fit in. I'm too much of one thing to be another and too much of another to be just one :) Most of the time I just scribble out my heart even though I know I'll never be a writer. Feeling the release of simply letting words fall out from fingertips. Realising how hard it can be to quell the flow.
Or I might record small moments of beauty and grace in this little space here. Staying out of the way like I did at school. Mixing a little with every tribe, still happy to be alone, doing my own thing.

Bullying in the blog world, seems to be getting worse. Maybe I'm just noticing it more.
There are blog parodies, with their very own blog buttons. The purpose of their existence being simply to ridicule other blogs. So much time and effort spent on negativity. Feeding distrust and division.

It makes me so deeply sad. I can't explain why. Somehow it reminds me of the rush predators get when they smell a little blood.
Fraying threads of red glint in blue vastness, and suddenly there is a feeding frenzy. All the fish in the sea clamoring to take a bite.

A few days ago, somebody may have said something a little off key, maybe their words could have been chosen differently.... but the reaction, like a landslide just got bigger. Till everyone involved became knee deep. Mired, smeared, dirtied. I watched on the sidelines half guilty observer, half paralyzed by dismay.

Feels like something bigger than a blog post became damaged somehow.

Grace, is such a beautiful word. So underused. Thrown around as if it were a rag doll, yet how easily broken to pieces like china.

So many things distract, harm, hurt.
There is a woman, I know only through the letters she types, she is really different from me, but today I felt her pain and alienation.
And the subtly of bullying disguised as discussion.
Thin veils these computer screens.
Still not so much between us and the world. As between us and our true selves.




Monday, 22 November 2010

Sudden Gifts...

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself.

So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare

 
at the minims1 sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

{Extract from the poem "Prayer" by Carol Ann Duffy}

 
And the songs of sudden gifts sing soft prayers from a week gone by....

* Sudden gifts of peace and stillness
* Soft breaths of grace upon cluttered surfaces
* Her smile
* His arms around me, strong and steady
* A piece of random beauty sparkling like stain glass...
* Glimpses of eternity in the everyday
* Making Christmas projects (and thanking Tonia for the inspiration:)
* The smell of carrot cake cookies he bakes with them lingering sweet around the house

* Remembering "The Peace of Wild Things"... in the wilderness.

Friday, 19 November 2010

{This Moment}

Joining Soulemama today for {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Yarn Along

Joining Ginny today for another lovely "Yarn Along"!

Well I finished up that "duckling yellow" yarn on two little mittens to go with the bonnet and bootee set. I just have to sew the second one up.


 
The weather has turned really bitter over the last week or so. This was inspiration enough for me to finally use some lovely rainbow DK yarn Ive had at the bottom of my knitting basket for way to long.

Matilda got a brand new Beret which I knitted up over the weekend.

 Now I'm knitting through one for Boo too!

The patterns come from this lovely little book. I've already made up three sets of simple socks, and three boleros from this book. They were both fun, quick and simple to knit as are the berets.

 My kind of knitting :)

As for our reading, well we've been revisiting one of our favourites "The Princess and the Goblin".

 
I have had so much fun reading this book aloud to the girls the story is full of wonderful old fashioned terminology and the characters are so full of life.

Monday, 15 November 2010

Where the light scatters...

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. 
~Maori Proverb




Where the light scatters through these days.... Still seeking, searching, finding light debris in...

* Chats and friends
* My girl on the piano
* Squeaky recorder notes from the kitchen
* Creative unscheduled days
* Tani coming home for lunch with a bag full of homemade sandwiches
* Inspiration!
* The little rainbow hat I finished knitting for Matilda on Saturday
* The new hat cast on to my needles yesterday evening.
* Fresh clear blue skies and birds singing
* Feeding the ducks
* Sparkling water
* A carpet of golden leaves in the garden
*Space to dream
* Time to take joy
* Restorative rest
*Snippets of scripture scattered through my day
* The poetry of Rumi

Thursday, 11 November 2010

This Moment


Joining Soulemama today for " This Moment"
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single, ( or a couple of :) photo's - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.





Making Papier Mache Birds with Boo and Matilda dressed in her "Maria" costume... glue, tissue paper, paint and newspaper gloriously scattered about, sun bursting through the kitchen window.... Perfect.

What are the most important subjects in a curriculum?


Sometimes it seems crazy to have all these kids.
And home school them too!

But one thing that our situation affords our children is the opportunity to be in a natural environment. An environment which includes people of all ages.

They regularly get to learn, often by struggling through their own emotions, how to be patient and empathetic toward younger ones. Equally they learn to be respectful and loving toward older members of the family. Because they are around them. All day.

There are ups and downs and things don't always run smoothly. 
Yet I see them learning how to, grow around one another like the gentle tendrils of small tender shoots, feeling out compassion for one another.
I thank God that bullying is a foreign word to them.

This interesting study gives some insight in to the kinds of things that foster compassion in young people.


Sadly, these days we tend to think of bullying as an almost natural, normal part of growing up.
It has become so prevalent.
Managing large groups of children in an institutional setting may only intensify the epidemic we are witnessing.
What is happening is not normal and shouldn't be accepted as such.
Bullying can destroy people's lives.

Creating warm, natural loving environments for children
to grow and learn in; environments that focus on the soul, heart and body just as much as the intellect is what creates compassionate, creative, free thinking and tolerant adults, and thus a more compassionate,creative and free thinking world.

My beautiful and loving daughter was bullied during her last two years at school. When we began our homeschooling journey she barely spoke to anyone outside her family.

A year on and I am grateful to be able to say that she is healing. She still has some way to go. However, she has regained her confidence and is happy with her life.
She volunteers in the community, is a group leader in scouts. She  hikes, abseils, goes caving, camping and mountain climbing. Next year she'll be joining the air cadets and (she hopes) working towards her pilots license. She alter serves, reads and writes voraciously and has jumped from grade 3 to grade 5 piano in 12 months. It is a wonder to me how far she has come.
And somehow, even through it all she has compassion on those who hurt her, her heart has remained intact.

I am incredibly proud of her strength and courage.
Yet it hurts me to know that she never had to experience such a loss of self worth to begin with.

I only share this story because I fear that we, as a culture, are desensitizing children by placing the primary emphasis on academic achievement rather than developing and nurturing friendship.

Driven by cultural norms and external pressures parents too are over stressed and often have little energy to focus on "soul work" or "heart work" with their kids.

Simply working full time to support a family often leaves incredibly thin margins of time for families to reconnect and bond.

There is so much pressure for us all to perform, look coordinated, and achieve higher and higher goals.


With the constant rush and stresses of life it is so hard to focus on what is truly necessary.
It can be all too easy to seek diversions and quick fixes to my stresses, fears and unending lists. My heart and soul can start to dull against the motion blur and background noise.

We all know how burn out feels.

Teachers face an incredible challenge every single day. I only have 4 under my wing not a 30 strong class! Surely it is impossible to "nurture" each and every child when the ratio between teacher and pupil is so unbalanced.

Equally discipline and rules can't always be "loving" in a school situation. They simply have to be tough enough to handle the number of "incidents" that occur each and every day.

General measures and large brush strokes can't effectively nourish each and every child.

Yet every child is so precious. So many are being lost in the system. So many are being broken by the eroding effect of name calling, insults, punches and pranks.


We may, in time create an economists perfect world through the school system, one that caters for all our physical needs providing convenience after convenience, product after product, technology after technology but one that may also  be at the expense of our children's spirits.

To readdress the balance, empathy, compassion, gentleness, kindness, friendship, tolerance and above all love, need to become the number one subjects in every curriculum.

Maybe then bullying could become a thing of the past.

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

A Little Bird in his Divine Nest - Yarn Along

Joining Ginny today for two of my favourite things... reading and knitting.


I started working on the bootees last night from this lovely free pattern I found a couple of years ago.

These sweet bootees knit up so quickly and are great fun to make. I can already tell that this little baby will have a pair in every colour.
...Next on the list? duckling yellow mittens of course.

To accompany my knitting I am returning again to a wonderful little book called "The Reed of God" by Caryll Houselander.

I tend to bring it out from the dusty shelves almost instinctively at this time of year. 
As the nights draw in and Advent seems but a breath away it keeps perfect company of an evening.
 It is my favourite advent meditation and never fails to draw me closer to Mary's heart every time I open it.
Here is a little excerpt...

"Through Mary of Nazareth Christ is born again and again in the individual heart.
‘Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus’ the little children say. And they do not understand what they say. But as they grow older, with the angel’s prayer in their hearts, they begin to understand that this ‘fruit’ is the Life of Christ born again in the world, always, everywhere.
Our Lady is in heaven.
On earth the breath of the spring is stirring the young green corn. The song of the shepherd is heard in lambing time.
In heaven the music of the Incarnation is uttered eternally in its first simplicity:
The Mother has found the lost Child.
The empty Chalice is brimming with wine.
The Reed is filled with infinite music.
The Divine Little Bird is in His nest."
"The Reed of God" Caryll Houselander

Monday, 8 November 2010

I carry your heart...





i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

"I carry your Heart" E.E Cummings


Carrying thankFULLness today in...

* Grey skies, a girl, some Sunflower yellow yarn and a crochet hook!
* Another little child becoming a part of our lives.
* Morning prayers, simple, quick but oh, so centering.
* A friend returned :)
*Random poetry that waves a magic wand over chaos and turns it beautiful!
* Something to look forward to.
*A meal shared.
* With enough left for yummy leftovers at lunchtime :)
*A warm home
*Audio books, cosy sofas and mugs of tea!
*Four small girls and one great man who carry my heart....and I theirs.