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I did not grow up mowing grass. Our front yard (“garden”) according to my mother was flagstones and North Tisbury azaleas.*
Our back garden was much the same.
No grass. In Michigan we had scant grass. 10 minutes to mow grass with small mower.
Not anymore.
Read MoreRecently, we celebrated our last official day of Oak Meadow Kindergarten and Third Grade. Dragon admired his uppercase alphabet marching across the walls. Bean thumbed through her Main Lesson Books and then dominated a game of Jeopardy based on her third grade learnings. It was a true red letter day.
“I have 1000 points!”
“What is next?”
“I am going to do the B column in 100.”
“B100, 50 divided by ten.”
Read MoreMy grandfather used to tell a story of a professor he had in graduate school. This man loved painting his fence.* His excitement over slopping paint on wood confounded my grandfather - who considered this individual a paragon of intellect and academic achievement. So one day, my grandfather asked him why.
The professor’s response was along these lines. “There are very few projects in life where you know exactly what is needed to succeed. Not only that, but at any point in the project, I know exactly how far I have gone and have much further I need to go. That is why I like painting my fence.”
I feel that way about mulching.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds, there are times when being the sandwich generation feels more like being a squashed generation. Global warming seems to be that issue right now.
“Corinna, on the counter container, I want one.”
Where are we? New York? DC?
“You would like me to get you something that lives on a counter.”
“Yes, for drinking.”
For drinking? What the hell lived on the counter for drinking?
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
The latest craze in the house is playing the Green Glass Doors. What started out as a riddle to stymie us all has turned into a spelling game that travels with us everywhere.
Bean, you brought the game home from Flying Deer. We were sitting at the dinner table.
“Okay, here is a new game. Tell me the rule for how this works. I can go through the green glass doors. And so can you Momma. But Dragon cannot.”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
The first year of our WiseBodies “Sex Ed for Adults” is coming to a close. A class filled with tears and laughter and learning. Aside from rocking my world by teaching me the history of the speculum, this class is also slowly, steadily, unraveling much of what I understood “sex” to be.
I am so glad I am learning this now - before you two hit puberty.
I wish I could say, I am learning this before you two are exposed to our culture’s myopic, juvenile, reductive idea of “sex” but that is not true.
Read More“Okay, you are almost done with your corrections for your quiz. Please write out ostrich 5 times.”
Bean sat, stone faced, arms crossed, body rigid, brow furrowed.
Gosh, darn it, I was hoping to squeeze one more quiz in - but this is her 36th quiz this year.
“Dearest, this is the last spelling quiz of your 3rd grade year. Just five more words. You can do it.”
Derision slide across her continence.
Read MoreDragon stood next to the door, holding it open for Minuit. “Come on, go in or out.”
10 month old Minuit smelled the air, tail twitching. She took one tentative small step forward into the threshold then moved the same paw back into place.
“Okay, as you wish.” Dragon shut the door.
Read MoreI started practicing Transcendental Meditation in 2007. Over the years I have more or less consistent in my twice a day practice depending on hospital doings and the age of my children.
When I received my mantra I also learned about the TM-Sidhi program. It is the pinnacle of a series of advanced TM techniques - culminating in the practitioners being able to do yogic flying. A whole group of Sidhas flying together has been proved to increase coherence for the society at large.* This coherence creating effect is called the Maharishi Effect.
So it is a two-fer. I get to replug myself daily, swim in the world of Pure Consciousness, and do yogic flying. Secondly, if I do my program with a group - we are creating peace for everyone around us.
Read More“No wait Momma, we need to get our names back before we start!”
“Oh right, what is your name again?”
“Umbrella, unicorn, lemonade.” Bean started laughing. “You Momma, you are Sailed Muppet Icicle.”
“Okay Umbrella, let’s see if we can get your name back.”
“Super fast.”
“Okay, super fast.”
In chorus, both of our hands clapping and slapping we started. “Avocado Avocado is the name of the game, if you mess up once you change your name! A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H…”
Read More“Can I bring my backpack to the swing set and then you can meet me there when it is time to leave?”
“Me too!”
“Dragon wants to too.”
“Of course, I will see you in a little bit.”
Crisp new air met me as I opened the window and gazed out at the two of you swinging back and forth.
Read MoreDearests Beloveds,
I hope very much when you are my age I am compos mentis enough to remember what it is like to be in the middle. If not, this is why your Momma is writing, and you are welcome. Feel free to throw it in my face and have me reread - I would be honored.
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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