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.

Friday, 5 November 2010

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.

Visit Soulemama today for more "Moments".

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

On my Needles



Playing along with Ginny over @ Small Things today!


 So I've been immersed happily of an evening recently, curled up in my chair, as rain spatters windows, gray skies brew storms, warm tea scents my little corner of the world, book upon knee, knitting in hand.

Monday, 1 November 2010

Threads of Eternity...

~William Blake said,

"I give you the end of a golden string,
Only wind it into a ball
It will lead you in at Heaven's gate
Built in Jerusalem's wall"
I asked the poet William Stafford one day, "Do you believe that every golden thread will lead us through Jerusalem's wall, or do you love particular threads? " He replied, "No, every thread."

Robert Bly " The darkness around us is deep" - selected works of William Stafford



 
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
"Autumn" John Clare



~ what colour thread does eternity run through these transient moments of everyday?

Sometimes here in the quiet dark of curtains half drawn, I gaze through rays of light shining through and they slowly begin to illuminate the outlines of another world. ~ Maybe it's here I can find the end of the thread... shining gold.

And too in a girl curling up with a picture book nestled against chest. ~ Every warm shade of pink sunset and worn shade of brown leaf glistening soft as a whisper...

In the small steps, little moments and unannounced actions that turn a life into a gift. ~ I stare hard and find her clothed in beauty...

A friend who simply asks how I am. ~ beams warm yellow sunlight, the colour of smiles...

Stolen moments, brushed hands, lingering kisses from someone who loves me even though they know me through and through. ~ rush red as a blush ...

A silly kitten cat purring upon my lap. ~ blue maroon, in layers...

Baby knitting.  ~ a rainbow wound into a skein...

The poem that moves the prose of life. ~Pure White...