On This Miraculous Planet, On Real Food, On Union with all that is
“Bean, I am going to read a chapter of Triss to your brother. Do you want to join us?”
“Could you read really loud from his room?”
“Of course!”
Settled into Dragon’s big chair, I open to our spot in the well-loved library book. Then I switched on voice memos to record the latest Redwall installment for your Yoto.
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“Okay, my loves. Before we play with our new games today we need to write thank you notes.”
Here it comes.
Bean collapsed onto a chair. “Moooommmm, I hate writing thank you notes. No one else has to do it. We never get them from anyone else.”
Right, it is not so often that I have such a clear choice of passing along the snarky judgements of my mother or choosing a more generous interpretation.* Think think.
Read More“Which one is the easiest one for you to teach Momma?”
“Jackson - the bullfrog.”
“Jackson, not Jeremy - the normal frog?”
“Jackson.” Immediately, Dragon moves both hands and holds them up for me. “This is Jackson.” He then untwisted his hands and slows down his finger movement as he narrated along for me to follow him.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
The older I get the more it feels as though life is both a carousel and a huge onion being unpeeled.
We have the yearly carousel: holidays, birthdays, seasons. We plant seeds for winter greenery. Our bees swarm in June. Every year we split and stack and move firewood to burn in the woodstove.
We have the daily carousel. Once Baba said to me plaintively when he was in the throes of dementia, “I thought we just DID the dishes! We need to do them AGAIN?!”
“Yup Dad, every day… sometimes three times a day.”
“Oh.”
And we have the carousel of psychological and spiritual challenges.
Read More“What do you mean they don’t make the parts for the oven when it is older than 8 years old?”
“Well, at that point most people want to redecorate their kitchens and there is something better on the market.”
“You mean you are selling me an oven that will only last 6 years?”
“Yes. What card would you like to use?”
Read MoreBean, your hand reaches over from my peripheral vision as I am driving and reaches towards the radio controls. “Mom, I don’t like the song.”
Oh my gosh, Bean is changing the channel and sitting in the front seat! What is going on?!
“Bean, it is really weird for your Momma to not have you in the back seat anymore.” And have volition over the radio and also not have a full front table for me to spread out my stuff.
“Mom, I am over 4’9”. That is the rule.”
Read MoreDearest Dragon,
Your lovely teacher quickly realized (though she never called me out on it directly) that I had been coddling you with spelling words when we were homeschooling. I would spell out the words you wanted to write. I took away your ability to try - by spoon feeding you the correct spelling.
Mrs P., very quickly nipped that in the bud (glorious woman). Over the course of a month or so she weaned you away from such hand holding and you are now forging ahead with writing regardless of accuracy. (Hooray Mrs P!)
Read MoreThe bus squeals as it comes to a stop at the end of our road. I am clutching the mail for the day. Dragon, hops off the bus and proudly announced. “Momma, I made it to level six!”
Is he talking about the computer game? “That is so exciting, level six of what?”
“Mooom, of Gravity Run!”
You are SEVEN! Your brain is barely functioning. Why are you playing video games at school?!
“Of course! Congratulations!”
“My goal is to get to level 20.”
Read MoreI woke up on a recent Saturday morning excited for what the day would bring. For over three years Dragon and Bean have regaled me with their nature camp stories: carrying fire in mushrooms, bobcat dodgeball, making birchbark canoes, dying cloth with black walnut pods, whittling dos and don’t, fox ears, owl eyes, etc etc. Last month’s adult class included whittling and cordage made from the inner bark of basswood - right in line with what I expected from my children’s stories.
The second session we were greeted by a porcupine who had recently (that morning most likely) been hit by a car. Not only that, but we had a guest teacher who has spent the last few years becoming quite adept at tanning and processing roadkill. It seemed as though the Universe was nudging us in a certain direction.
Read MoreWe all have helpers in seen and unseen realms.
Give them something to do.
Otherwise they will grow inattentive with boredom.
They can clean junk from your mind,
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
I was calling as a volunteer for the Harris campaign the day before a rally. Our job was to tell people who had signed up for the rally three pieces of information: where the rally was taking place, when the doors were opening and closing, and that an email would be sent to them with more details. The email was going to be sent out within 24 hours of the rally. The email with directions, shuttle information, ADA information, etc etc etc.
When one of the volunteers asked why this information was being shared so last minute with the participants the answer was succinct. “Security concerns.”
Everyone understood - because “security concerns” have become normalized.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
Gone are the days of midnight feedings and chasing you around the kitchen - more physically taxing situations. Now I seem to spend a lot of time with mental situations. Where I need to figure out how much to share about the bigger world around you. It feels more and more that my job is less to tickle you and more to act as a buffer for your curiosity and fears as we enter the big world together.
Questions such as “How much does this cost?”
“Do we have enough money?”
“What are you all talking about?”
I don’t want to burden you with things like taxes and the minutea of your Mother’s health shenanigans. I also don’t want to lie to you.
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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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