Quiet

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul." - John Muir









Be delighted. Be still.

Teatime!

Joy and Freedom

Funnyboy's pretend smile for the camera...eating ice cream in Rumney, NH.

Feistygirl at New Castle Common on the ocean...beside herself with joy at the prospect of being buried alive. We had a marvelous summer!

Election stuff

Sarah Palin...she irritates me. She reminds me of the smile-to-your-face, snicker-about-you-behind-your-back teenage girls that harrassed me through elementary and junior high school. Click on the link on her name above and read some interesting exaggerations from her speech at the convention.

No, this is not how I base my voting. It's just my blog and I'll whine if I want to.

Fine tune

This song makes me sob. Maybe it's just that I'm pregnant. The girl who did the video for Dar Williams' song does some annoying dancing stuff, but please ignore that and enjoy the lovely music and lyrics. Dar Williams is wonderful.

Why I Unschool (well...one reason, anyway.)

This is a fabulous quote from John Taylor Gatto's UNBELIEVABLE book of essays and speeches entitled Dumbing Us Down - The Hidden Curriculum of Compulsory Schooling. For those of you that don't know, Gatto achieved both Teacher of the Year for New York State, and for New York City, on separate years. So he knows his stuff. If you are a friend of mine, you can borrow my copy. I may even make it required reading in order to be my friend. Oh, come on now, I'm just kidding. Sort of.

"In theoretical, metaphorical terms, the idea I began to explore was this one; that teaching is nothing like the art of painting, where, by the addition of material to a surface, an image is synthetically produced, but more like the art of sculpture, where, by the subtraction of material, an image already locked in the stone is enabled to emerge. It is a crucial distinction. In other words, I dropped the idea that I was an expert whose job it was to fill the little heads with my expertise, and began to explore how I could remove those obstacles that prevented the inherent genius of children from gathering itself. I no longer felt comfortable defining my work as bestowing wisdom on a struggling classroom audience. Although I continue to this day in those futile assays because of the nature of institutional teaching, wherever possible I have broken with teaching tradition and sent kids down their separate paths to their own private truths."

This man is one of my heroes. You've just gotta read it. Okay?

The hippie children love spring