Saturday, 2 July 2011

An Embroidered Felt Summer Treasure Purse


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Boo made this felt purse to keep all her Summer treasures in... She is always collecting things on our walks, feathers, shells, special shiny stones, leaves....

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We started with a felt square. Yellow is a Summery colour we thought :)

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We folded it in half and cut straight down the middle.

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We folded one of the pieces over leaving about a 2" gap at the top to make the "envelope fold"

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Starting at the bottom of the fold for neatness sake Boo began to blanket stitch both sides of the purse.

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Once both sides were stitched. I penciled in a simple embroidery design for Boo to follow.

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Boo chose a button.

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And finger knitted a cord so that the purse could hang around her neck and not get lost when she goes on her big treasure hunting adventures.

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And here is one Matilda made a little while back...

Matilda's handmade pocket purse

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Bringing children up too Idealistically?

Sometimes people in all sincerity and love ask me if maybe I'm bringing my girls up too idealistically.

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"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.

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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.

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Monday, 27 June 2011

Live Simply, Love Generously

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Leave the rest to God.

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Sunshine, outdoor play and the natural, spontaneous learning it fosters.

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The fragrance of these old roses..

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Seraphina plaits for the first time! She made this little braid into a bracelet for her nursery teacher Lucy.

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The most wonderful treasures in my mailbox.

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Dusk in the garden.

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Fresh homegrown dinner.

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Summer flowers.

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New discoveries.

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Beauty.

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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.

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Clay. I love it!
It is just such a therapeutic medium to work with.

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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.

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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.

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We painted and varnished.

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I made a wreath from some flexible branches.

Willow works really well for this as it is so flexible.

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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.

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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-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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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.