Friday, 17 July 2015

A small paragraph in a new chapter






Seeing the girls dressed in their school uniforms arouses many feelings within me.
On the one hand, they love their gingham summer dresses, shiny shoes and white ankle socks and they are excited about art club and gardening club, sports days and Summer fĂȘtes which makes me very glad and more than a little relieved... Yet after homeschooling for so many years my perspective has changed concerning things as seemingly benign as uniforms, classes, homework and the like. I realise that these are things we can talk about, discuss and question at home as we navigate our way along this new path.

Of course I also miss our gentle days together here at home. There is a nostalgia and that quiet ache all mothers understand too well as their children grow up.  My home is very quiet during those 6 hours they are away.

The girls have made lots of friends very quickly and there are lots of play-dates booked over the Summer holidays. However the friendships of little girls can be  mercurial and being used to their small but steadfast homeschool buddies this has come as some surprise.
Seraphina is strong, outgoing and full of energy but her feelings and attachments run deep which makes it hard for her not to get hurt when friendships don't last. Realising that being besties forever when you're 8 and a half  might only mean besties for this afternoon's break-time can be somewhat dismaying for such an earnest type. Matilda is more sanguine and philosophical but there have been moments when she's suddenly burst into tears about something that happened during the day and I wish I could have been there at the time to help her work it out.

Emmy was bullied badly during her last two years at school and it has left me concious of how children often bottle things up and push on when they feel powerless.
I probably read too deeply into things and am too sensitive on their behalf. I know we can't protect them from everything but I want them to know that they can seek comfort and help from the grown ups around them whenever they need it and just as importantly, they can change their circumstances if they are unhappy.

They are always excited to go off in the morning and are getting used to making sure they have everything they need the night before to avoid tears and last minute panics of "Wear's my jumper?" "Where's my library book.!" "You're wearing my shoes!"  etc... etc...

The school has a real family feeling to it which was really important to us. They made no issue of the fact that Seraphina struggles with her reading. On her second day, her teacher gave her a special art book all her own because she loves to draw and paint.

On Monday the girls took a dried sea urchin that had washed up on the shore while we were at the sea on Saturday. They were really excited to research sea urchins so they could talk about their find at school. "Show and tell" has definitely  become a weekly highlight.

Yesterday we went to their sports day event and although I can't share pictures of the races as they involve other kids Nola and I did sneak into the veggie garden to take some pictures :)


 


Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Moments like Cut Flowers




Here our elderberry tree is laden with blossom,
And these girls another year older.
How can it be?

Before we had a family, I knew I wanted my children to have memories made of simple things. sunlight, stories, picnics, sand between their toes and shimmering sea. 
Things that make good soil for souls to grow.

I watch how the sun moves through   facets of day and year, transforming and transfiguring it's hue and tone as it moves, and that of all it touches. 
Nothing stays the same. 
But simple memories are like a golden thread woven into the cloth of days, months and years, holding all together.

So I'll gather moments like cut flowers, knowing  they fade, and loving them more intensely for the fact.
I'll place them by the window, by the light of paused moments in the midst of busy days.

I make mistakes. Weeds are sometimes gathered with flowers too. I've let myself become weighed down with unimportant worries too many times.  Cared what other's thought more than I should.

But I've also tried to seek out moments every day, however small, however fragile or unplanned while dishes waited and dust gathered and a thousand threads seemed undone,  to look into each of my children's eyes, see the soul that dwells there and whisper that they is loved beyond measure.

dear beautiful
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Monday, 13 July 2015

Planting Seeds



Blossom along the lane in early Spring





"Don't Judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant."

Robert Louis Stevenson



Linking to http://www.artfulhomemaking.com/

Thursday, 2 July 2015

A big announcment

There have been many changes here at home over the last few months.

Last October, I became ill and then I became ill again... One infection and/or illness after another.
It felt as if my body was breaking down. By April I was almost completely disabled. I was so ill I couldn't move out of bed.
I had adrenal fatigue, low iron levels and a low white blood cell count.

I went into a very deep meditation during this time. I felt like a thousand birds were flying out of my body and time slowed right down.

For the last 3 months I've not had any alcohol, caffeine and hardly any sugar. I could only eat and drink liquids for the first week or so, so my body went through I kind of detox by default.
I have cut out 3/4 of my intake of wheat and starch. Not to follow any specific diet. My body has just become very sensitive and my intuition has become very focused. My body seems to be telling me very explicitly what it needs and what is harmful to it.

I don't have the same energy as I did before. However, I think much of the energy I've had over the past few years has been false energy, built on stress, adrenaline and coffee.

I am not accomplishing much at the moment. I'm not being productive.
It is hard to see things pile up and not necessarily fix them straight away.

I have been allowing myself time to heal. I've followed the prompts of my soul and my body, I've gardened, sat down with a book for an afternoon, gone for walks with my dog, written with paper and pencil, knitted simple hats and prayed.

Both my parents are elderly and in need of extra help and support which I can't give until my immunity improves. Emmy is now at college full time and working part time so I've lost the company of a dear friend and kind helper during the day. So with a heavy heart and actual tears as I write this I have found a beautiful village school for the children to go to. The school is affiliated with a local forest school, has an eco garden, frog pond and clay oven for bread baking. It really couldn't be any closer to a Steiner school except being a state school it's within our budget :)

As this blog mainly focuses on homeschooling I have been in a quandary about whether to continue writing here or not.

Would my readers be interested in posts about health, wellness, poetry, philosophy, gardening, knitting and basically a whole bunch of randomness fresh from my head as well as the usual fare of natural play, learning, parenting etc...?

Please feel free to comment and let me now. I welcome your words!

I am sure many of you will feel upset about the changes. I am still an advocate of homeschooling and will always believe in natural, community and family based learning for children.

Sadly, I have no family of my own and Tani's family are miles away in Albania so there is little to no immediate support for us as I navigate my way back to health and healing which is the main reason why we've decided that we can't homeschool for the time being.

Although we have some wonderful homeschooling friends they are dispersed and we can only meet up (realistically) once a week at most.

I yearn for a tribe of families, elders, babies, little ones, teens to live with and learn from. I yearn to pop my head out of the front door and ask to borrow a bottle of milk or a sprig of bay and in turn trade and/ or share experience and expertise with others who seek a more soulful and sustainable path.

I have always hoped to provide a comfy spot for those who stop by this nook on the great interwebs! I have certainly connected with some beautiful souls over the years. I hope to continue to do so, as our family's journey winds it's way along another moss strewn, fern filled path.


Red Campion

Ox Eye Daisy

Meadow Buttercup


Red Clover


Cow Parsley or Queen Annes Lace


  
Trust in the LORD with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight.…Proverbs 3:5


Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain.  
Psalm 127.1


Monday, 1 June 2015

An Outfit for Nola

                                                                                                           



 I knitted a couple of these vests last year and found them fun and quick to make so I decided to knit Nola one this past week in a lovely mottled, blue aran. It is scottish lambswool and soft as a cloud.


A pair of my linen trousers were beginning to wear at the leg so I refashioned them  for Nola by tracing round a pair of her jeans and leaving a generous seam allowance. There are so many tutorials for this online. Here is one I just found.


A simple peasant blouse with lace trim.


Wrapping dolls for my shop.