Funnyboy crouching over some toys he set up on the floor. I know its dark but I just love his quiet, unusually serious mood, the dark pajamas, his shock of blonde hair and the toesies. Don't try to separate a girl from her harmonica.
I like to write about our homeschooling style, a quirky blend of Reggio Emilia, unschooling, Montessori, and inquiry. I like to talk about my faith, which is all about Jesus, gratitude and wonder, wonder, wonder. Maybe you'll want to see my art or photography. Maybe you'll gasp, "She's brilliant!" Maybe not. Maybe you'll grin at my cute children. Sometimes I'll tell you about my anxiety and depression, and the complications of several family members living with severe sensory processing disorder. Mostly, I'll wish, with all my big, sensitive heart, that you were nearer, and I knew you, and we could sip something and chat, shoes off, feet up, afghan over our laps. But here we are.
Beautiful is the moment in which we understand that we are no more than an instrument of God; we live only as long as God wants us to live; we can only do as much as God makes us able to do; we are only as intelligent as God would have us be.- Archbishop Oscar Romero, from his last homily, March 23, 1980
No sorrowful tears, no beating of the breast For a safe repose has taken me. I dance Ring dances with the blessed saints In the beautiful fields of the righteous. - Ancient Christian tomb inscription