Sometimes people in all sincerity and love ask me if maybe I'm bringing my girls up too idealistically.
"They won't be prepared for the real world!" they say with real and honest concern.
But I wonder, why we don't "recreate" the "real world" around them!
For truly they have so much to teach us about what matters most.
So much of what we worry about is extraneous.
Just look at all the awkwardness surrounding public breastfeeding, the most natural and fundamental gift of motherhood.
Sometimes we think we are giving our kids the best by buying more, building more, doing more. When being together more is what children really value.
The thing is, we have created a set of structures, systems and institutions that have negatively impacted the environment are non sustainable and all at a great human soul cost.
With this in mind I hope.... and I pray, that if we bring our children up with respect for nature, their own souls and others, kindness, gentleness, freedom and compassion, maybe our future world may be also healthier, kinder, gentler, more soul orientated and more environmentally (and mentally) sustainable.
Why don't we build our systems, structures and institutions around
children, family life, spiritual wholeness, beauty, environmental sustainability and human fulfillment.
Maybe the "real world" would do well to take it's cue from children.
Politicians are always telling us that our children's education is a number one priority. But the series of hoops we fling children through from aged 4 onwards is not child focused or child led, it is performance focused and economy led.
The gentle, natural rhythm and creative abundance of a Waldorf school, the open ended, passion driven unschooling approach and the submersion in living books and nature of Charlotte Mason's method all seem so far from conventional classrooms.
Even many modern buildings are built upon the foundations of being primarily quick, cheap and functional. Aesthetics take second place.
Look at the beautiful buildings of the past, built with real craftsmanship, built to inspire. Built to reflect the highest ethics of their particular culture.
Built as gifts to future generations.
Built to last.
And now we have high rises. Shoe boxes in the sky.
My heart just breaks for kids brought up in high rises without trees, flowers, and green spaces with which they can project their imaginations and refresh their souls.
Studies have shown that hospital patients actually recover more quickly if the view from their window is filled with nature, trees and greenery.
Building around the natural world instead of over it, could transform the lives of many city kids. I lived in quite a run down part of London as a teenager.
Sometimes when I needed to recharge my soul batteries I would go to a certain cemetery which was surrounded by woodland. It was the only really quiet space close enough for me to afford the bus fare. But this little pocket of wilderness, a place the noise of the city could not touch was a haven. Watching foxes scamper, listen to the birds sing, feel sunlight filter through green leaves would always restore me.
I remember when I was at school I would be constantly told off for starting out of the window instead of down at my page in my sterile classroom.
There was a tree, an old creaking oak tree between my class and the fence and I used to project myself out into this tree. I would watch the birds making their nests, sometimes a squirrel would scatter up the branches quick as lightening. The tree was my inspiration, my little piece of freedom "out there". A place where even the birds and the squirrels could run freer than I was able to. But it gave me a little promise.
Human nature needs to breathe, discover love, be enriched by beauty, have time for stillness and quiet. If it is concreted over it dies.
So when I ask myself the question, do I bring my kids up too idealistically?
I'd have to say, that maybe for the way the world is right now, yes I do.
However, hopefully for the world they will help to create in the future, no.
I pray I'm giving them the tools and inspiration with which they might be able to help build a more loving, gentler, kinder world.
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Monday, 27 June 2011
Live Simply, Love Generously
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
Sunshine, outdoor play and the natural, spontaneous learning it fosters.
The fragrance of these old roses..
Seraphina plaits for the first time! She made this little braid into a bracelet for her nursery teacher Lucy.
The most wonderful treasures in my mailbox.
Dusk in the garden.
Fresh homegrown dinner.
Summer flowers.
New discoveries.
Beauty.
The simple things are the most precious things...
Saturday, 25 June 2011
Make a Clay Mobile
We've been making A Clay Mobile this week.
Clay. I love it!
It is just such a therapeutic medium to work with.
We warmed the clay in our hands, (the best part;) then rolled it out to about a quarter of an inch thick.
We cut different shapes out of the rolled clay with cookie cutters.
We made impressions on the shapes using different tools...string, coins, forks, rubber stamps, leaves...
Finally I pushed a hole through each shape with the end of a paintbrush so we would be able to thread our wool through it for hanging.
We placed our shapes on a baking tray and baked them slowly on very low heat .
Firing clay in a kiln always produces the best results, if you know a friendly kilns person :)
But I've always found the sloooow baking method works fine as an alternative.
We painted and varnished.
I made a wreath from some flexible branches.
Willow works really well for this as it is so flexible.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
{This Moment}
Joining Soule Mama today for {This Moment}
{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.
{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.
Wonder
Joining Gypsy Mama today for 5 minute Friday
The end of the week – a good time for few words.Want to take five minutes with me and see which ones bubble to the surface?
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how we do it:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing or tweaking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my right side bar}
3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard. {And if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to leave you some encouragement}
It’s a great way to exhale at the end of a beautiful week.
Go...
Wonder.
I see it in her eyes when she catches the ball with her left hand for the first time.
I see it when she finds tadpoles in the pond, a perfect blue eggshell on the grass.
I'd lost my wonder I think.
I had forgotten how to see things anew.
But she taught me how to find it again.
In the curl of an apple skin taken off in one whole piece.
The crunch of Autumn leaves under my feet.
The wonder of possibility's just at the periphery of our vision.
Noticing the seed within the seed of all we do.
Stop.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Through it all... {From the Archives}
“And now here is my secret, a very
simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what
is essential is invisible to the eye.”
― Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry, The Little Prince
There are those days when a whole box of cereal launches itself across a kitchen floor before a lucid words been spoken.
And the sound of bickering seems to overcome the deepest silent prayer of a sleep deprived mother.
The clatter of dishes spill out of the sink to migrate into and eventually conquer all known kitchen surfaces.
And somehow though coffee seems to be the only known cure to a hundred ills, a hot cup becomes startlingly illusive.
But then...
The baby smiles, a milky breathed smile.
And the light catches that scatty cereal flinging girls hair.
The one with all the answers comes quietly beside me. "I'll read them a story while you get the baby dressed."
And suddenly the gauze lifts.
The veil drops.
I see.
I see again.
The gifts that unwrap and unfold all around me. Enfold me. Unfold me. Unwrap me.
I am not the one in control of this carousel. I can't wave the wand like Mary Poppins and clear up every mess.
Make all the pieces fit. This life is a kaleidoscope. One small movement and the whole picture changes once again.
I can't outmaneuver it, contain it, hold it under my thumb.
No my place is hands free and heart full.
My place is to Love.
Through flying boxes of cereal. Through tears and tantrums. Through multiplying dishes and receding surfaces. Through every cup of stone cold coffee.
I can love.
And love will find me, and them, and bring us closer, truer, kinder, stronger.
Despite it all.
Because of it all.
There are those days when a whole box of cereal launches itself across a kitchen floor before a lucid words been spoken.
And the sound of bickering seems to overcome the deepest silent prayer of a sleep deprived mother.
The clatter of dishes spill out of the sink to migrate into and eventually conquer all known kitchen surfaces.
And somehow though coffee seems to be the only known cure to a hundred ills, a hot cup becomes startlingly illusive.
But then...
The baby smiles, a milky breathed smile.
And the light catches that scatty cereal flinging girls hair.
The one with all the answers comes quietly beside me. "I'll read them a story while you get the baby dressed."
And suddenly the gauze lifts.
The veil drops.
I see.
I see again.
The gifts that unwrap and unfold all around me. Enfold me. Unfold me. Unwrap me.
I am not the one in control of this carousel. I can't wave the wand like Mary Poppins and clear up every mess.
Make all the pieces fit. This life is a kaleidoscope. One small movement and the whole picture changes once again.
I can't outmaneuver it, contain it, hold it under my thumb.
No my place is hands free and heart full.
My place is to Love.
Through flying boxes of cereal. Through tears and tantrums. Through multiplying dishes and receding surfaces. Through every cup of stone cold coffee.
I can love.
And love will find me, and them, and bring us closer, truer, kinder, stronger.
Despite it all.
Because of it all.
Monday, 20 June 2011
"The Sun Egg" on a Sunny Day...
It was such a beautiful morning, we took school outdoors and read Elsa Beskow's "The Sun Egg"
This is a beautiful little story about an elf who finds what she imagines is an egg that the sun has laid in the middle of the pinewoods.
Here Fina is telling me that she is the elf looking up at the sun to see if it will lay another egg ;)
Ho hum maybe tommorrow then...
While Nola snuggled safe in her wrap squinting her eyes at the dappled sunlight from the Sycamore tree as it danced about the lawn, the girls and I got out the watercolurs and some huge sheets of paper. I painted standing up, my paper laid out on the table. The moby wrap is the most comfortable way I have worn a baby yet I think. She just melts into me when she is inside it.
We all painted the story, or a part of the story from our own perspectives.
Whenever we do something creative I am always amazed at how each of the children's characters comes through their work.
Matilda is interested in the overall "feel" of the story. She is such a dreamy, watercolouring, waldorf girl :)
She loves to explore colour and many of her pictures often naturally end up with the "waldorf rainbow" of colours running and merging into one another.
Here is our "wild summer" fairy garden. What a lot of places for the fairies to hide here :)
Boo found a moth inside the fairy house yesterday, she called her honey blossom and she wanted to bring her inside to keep forever. I talked with her at some length about this, explaining, as kindly as I could that "honey blossom" would most likely die if she was taken from her natural habitat in to a strange environment that she didn't recognise. Finally she seemed to understand that if you really love someone you sometimes have to let them go. And that helping them to be happy is ultimatly what will make you happy.
Seraphina painted the sun the sun egg, the elf and the clouds which were hiding the sun. I love how the elf and the sun egg are almost one being.
Boo's picture was much more narritive rich of course as she is older. I just love her owl drawing :)
While the little ones stayed outside to play Boo wrote a postcard from Elf after her migration to the sunny country to her friends in the snowy pinewood.
Dear happy frog, Larch and Crooked Root. I have had a lovley time in the Sunny Country where the oringis are sweet and the lemons are sour.
I miss you so much and I hope you were here. It is sunny and hot here and I can drink froot joose whenever I want! I can sunbathe on the branchis and I can bouns on the leaves and the butterflies are my frinds.
love from elf...
spellings all her own :)
The oil and the water, the white shawl and the light... in pictures...
Joining Ann today for Multitude Mondays...Counting that which is eternal in the transitory.
- Sun and fresh air drinking coffee and watching the girls make pretend food from sticks, twigs, leaves, baby conkers and other woodland goodies.
- The white shawl Emmy crocheted for Nola
- New art materials and picture books to read with the children
- When he held me in his arms. And I felt strong again.
- When he told me to treat myself and I did.
- The cleansing quality of tears, when tears are needed.
- A beautiful little prayer book, God parent gift to Nola.
- A good long, deep and healing afternoon sleep.
- A little girl we know who is Nola's age who is making an incredible recovery from heart surgery. Beyond anything we could have hoped for.
- Prayers being answered
- Our girl's poems and gifts unwrapped upon the bed for a very special Daddy on Father's day...
Thursday, 16 June 2011
{This Moment}
Joining Soule Mama today for {This Moment}
{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.
{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.
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Vintage
We have been enjoying the sweet old fashioned adventures of "Milly Molly Mandy".
They are the kind of tales that pack you up a nice picnic of cucumber sandwiches, some jam tarts and a bottle of ginger beer before setting you off down the country lane in search of "adventures" with "little friend Susan" in tow.
Till it's time to head home for a good cup of sweet milky tea and a slice of Mother's homemade bread and butter beside the fire and Grannies knitting.
Good times, good times.
Monday, 13 June 2011
Unschooling... Why we do it ...
It's probably time I got around to this post.
I write quite a bit about homeschooling. But I haven't written too much about "Unschooling".
It is a perspective on learning and life in general which has engaged me for sometime.
I remember when I first started reading articles by John Holt, John Taylor Gatto and other proponents of the term "unschooling" I felt this light bulb go on in my mind.
However I must offer a disclaimer... These are just my own musings on Unschooling and really just a way of clarifying my thoughts on the subject...
The beauty of the concept is it is free, adaptable and open ended.
Therefore... there are no rules.
For example...
I absolutely love Rudolf Steiner's educational philosophy and we apply much of it to our homeschooling life.
I also embrace many of Charlotte Mason's ideas such as the value of learning through the use of "living books" as opposed to textbooks (though we have used the odd text book now and then when it has served a particular purpose.
Her endorsement of outdoor learning is something I try to practice as often as possible (in other words, when it's not raining here in merry England.
But that is the beauty of it!
For us Unschooling is a non formulaic "way of living" rather than simply a homeschooling perspective.
For me, essentially, Unschooling is a whole-hearted, non judgmental embracing of life.
It is also a whole hearted, non judgmental embracing of children.
Whatever their character, sensibility, temperament or interests, they are accepted unconditionally instead of molded to fit any preconceived ideas I might have about who they should be, how they should be, what and when they should be interested in learning.
It is also an embracing of the natural curiosity and interest in the world that we are all innately born with until perhaps we are told that we "should" be learning something else instead.
I believe that children have a fantastic ability to seek out activities that they know their own particular personalities "need" to develop a full understanding of the world and how they will fit into it.
My children and I enjoy following our passions wherever they may lead.
In fact when I indulge my own passions and interests such as gardening, needlework, painting reading or writing it sparks their interest too.
For example the girls started taking an interest in knitting when I was spending time in the afternoon and evening knitting baby clothes last year.
Emmy has now well surpassed me in crochet.
It is often assumed that handwork is somehow inferior to academic work but I have seen first hand how handwork has helped my little girl Matilda who had speech delay to develop skills which have boosted her confidence and interest in what are perceived to be conventional academics.
Tilly absolutely loves stitching on embroidery hoops, knitting, latch hook, hand spinning and weaving and spends much of her day on these things.
And I love that I am able to allow her the time she needs to do these things.
She also spends an awful lot of time, playing imaginatively, drawing, and resting.
All these things are important to her learning about the world in her own way.
Unschooling is expansive.
It has no edges, no hurdles, no hoops to jump through, no scores.
It doesn't value one particular set of skills and talents for example... (maths and science) over others (art and dance) like the school system is often want to do.
Unschooling is flexible.
It fits around momentous life changing events such as having a baby.
It is able to thoroughly engage with the experience of the moment as it is not constrained by deadlines and timetables.
Unschooling doesn't measure an experience by it's educational worth.
The categories between play, work, learning and experiencing merge.
I find Unschooling naturally takes nourishment from everything.
Then it moves, gently and organically to the next experience.
And maybe, this is the thing I like the very most about Unschooling.
It is organic.
It is process.
It is not simply goal orientated, pass the test, earn that certificate, jump through that hoop!
It is all about journeying. Together. Parent and child.
It does not make education an imposition of schedule, task or curriculum.
It is open ended and pregnant with possibilities.
It is an unfolding, a becoming a discovering of self.
And in that sense it is actually very practical and applicable to "real life."
It is a learning how to live, function, make choices, manage time, life and normal social situations as you grow.
And the best thing? This learning takes place in a warm, nurturing, loving atmosphere of family and community.
When the day awakens me it feels like I am going on an adventure.
I don't know exactly where we will end up, but I do know that we will be enjoying the journey getting there.
Life begins early in the morning.
Boo runs to the harp and starts playing "The Sally Gardens" which she picked up by ear after hearing Emmy play it on her Irish whistle the other day. Tilly goes upstairs and watches part of "Swan Lake" on you tube and rehearses her routine for the ballet show she'll be performing in July. Emmy picks up a book on anatomy, she wants to delve deeper so she does some online research. Fina finds her paint set in the craft cupboard and some white paper from the desk and starts painting a story she has asked to me to read aloud to her.
We flow on to lunch.
Emmy finds a recipe for Cous Cous she would like to try.
We make it together, the little ones chop up some bananas and strawberries for pudding.
Emmy changes the baby and the girls play with her while I do the dishes.
It's sunny so we go to the park.
The little ones meet up with some other homeschooling kids and they play for a while.
Emmy takes the camera, takes some photos that she will later edit on photo shop.
We pop into the library on the way home.
The girls watch a documentary about Wolves while I finish dinner.
Tani comes home we eat and chat about the day.
Emmy works on her blog and her Bush craft website.
She irons her clothes and polishes her shoes ready for cadets.
The little girls take dip in the bath and get ready for bed.
Boo reads the younger ones a bedtime story.
And so it goes...
Free flowing, full, fun and un-schooled.
Edited to add this link which has some fantastic articles on unschooling. How it works, why it works and even why it may not come naturally.
I write quite a bit about homeschooling. But I haven't written too much about "Unschooling".
It is a perspective on learning and life in general which has engaged me for sometime.
I remember when I first started reading articles by John Holt, John Taylor Gatto and other proponents of the term "unschooling" I felt this light bulb go on in my mind.
However I must offer a disclaimer... These are just my own musings on Unschooling and really just a way of clarifying my thoughts on the subject...
The beauty of the concept is it is free, adaptable and open ended.
Therefore... there are no rules.
For example...
I absolutely love Rudolf Steiner's educational philosophy and we apply much of it to our homeschooling life.
I also embrace many of Charlotte Mason's ideas such as the value of learning through the use of "living books" as opposed to textbooks (though we have used the odd text book now and then when it has served a particular purpose.
Her endorsement of outdoor learning is something I try to practice as often as possible (in other words, when it's not raining here in merry England.
But that is the beauty of it!
For us Unschooling is a non formulaic "way of living" rather than simply a homeschooling perspective.
For me, essentially, Unschooling is a whole-hearted, non judgmental embracing of life.
It is also a whole hearted, non judgmental embracing of children.
Whatever their character, sensibility, temperament or interests, they are accepted unconditionally instead of molded to fit any preconceived ideas I might have about who they should be, how they should be, what and when they should be interested in learning.
It is also an embracing of the natural curiosity and interest in the world that we are all innately born with until perhaps we are told that we "should" be learning something else instead.
I believe that children have a fantastic ability to seek out activities that they know their own particular personalities "need" to develop a full understanding of the world and how they will fit into it.
My children and I enjoy following our passions wherever they may lead.
In fact when I indulge my own passions and interests such as gardening, needlework, painting reading or writing it sparks their interest too.
For example the girls started taking an interest in knitting when I was spending time in the afternoon and evening knitting baby clothes last year.
Emmy has now well surpassed me in crochet.
It is often assumed that handwork is somehow inferior to academic work but I have seen first hand how handwork has helped my little girl Matilda who had speech delay to develop skills which have boosted her confidence and interest in what are perceived to be conventional academics.
Tilly absolutely loves stitching on embroidery hoops, knitting, latch hook, hand spinning and weaving and spends much of her day on these things.
And I love that I am able to allow her the time she needs to do these things.
She also spends an awful lot of time, playing imaginatively, drawing, and resting.
All these things are important to her learning about the world in her own way.
Unschooling is expansive.
It has no edges, no hurdles, no hoops to jump through, no scores.
It doesn't value one particular set of skills and talents for example... (maths and science) over others (art and dance) like the school system is often want to do.
Unschooling is flexible.
It fits around momentous life changing events such as having a baby.
It is able to thoroughly engage with the experience of the moment as it is not constrained by deadlines and timetables.
Unschooling doesn't measure an experience by it's educational worth.
The categories between play, work, learning and experiencing merge.
I find Unschooling naturally takes nourishment from everything.
Then it moves, gently and organically to the next experience.
And maybe, this is the thing I like the very most about Unschooling.
It is organic.
It is process.
It is not simply goal orientated, pass the test, earn that certificate, jump through that hoop!
It is all about journeying. Together. Parent and child.
It does not make education an imposition of schedule, task or curriculum.
It is open ended and pregnant with possibilities.
It is an unfolding, a becoming a discovering of self.
And in that sense it is actually very practical and applicable to "real life."
It is a learning how to live, function, make choices, manage time, life and normal social situations as you grow.
And the best thing? This learning takes place in a warm, nurturing, loving atmosphere of family and community.
When the day awakens me it feels like I am going on an adventure.
I don't know exactly where we will end up, but I do know that we will be enjoying the journey getting there.
Life begins early in the morning.
Boo runs to the harp and starts playing "The Sally Gardens" which she picked up by ear after hearing Emmy play it on her Irish whistle the other day. Tilly goes upstairs and watches part of "Swan Lake" on you tube and rehearses her routine for the ballet show she'll be performing in July. Emmy picks up a book on anatomy, she wants to delve deeper so she does some online research. Fina finds her paint set in the craft cupboard and some white paper from the desk and starts painting a story she has asked to me to read aloud to her.
We flow on to lunch.
Emmy finds a recipe for Cous Cous she would like to try.
We make it together, the little ones chop up some bananas and strawberries for pudding.
Emmy changes the baby and the girls play with her while I do the dishes.
It's sunny so we go to the park.
The little ones meet up with some other homeschooling kids and they play for a while.
Emmy takes the camera, takes some photos that she will later edit on photo shop.
We pop into the library on the way home.
The girls watch a documentary about Wolves while I finish dinner.
Tani comes home we eat and chat about the day.
Emmy works on her blog and her Bush craft website.
She irons her clothes and polishes her shoes ready for cadets.
The little girls take dip in the bath and get ready for bed.
Boo reads the younger ones a bedtime story.
And so it goes...
Free flowing, full, fun and un-schooled.
Edited to add this link which has some fantastic articles on unschooling. How it works, why it works and even why it may not come naturally.
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