The Child Garden
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
Monday, April 8, 2013
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Downhill Can Be Fun Too
all ignorance toboggans into know
and trudges up to ignorance again:
but winter's not forever,even snow
melts;and if spring should spoil the game,what then?
(an excerpt from "all ignorance tobbaggans into know" by ee cummings)
and trudges up to ignorance again:
but winter's not forever,even snow
melts;and if spring should spoil the game,what then?
(an excerpt from "all ignorance tobbaggans into know" by ee cummings)
The saying is "Ignorance is bliss,"
but that sort of bliss is short lived.
A fool smiles but knows nothing,
a sweet child covered in snow and sweat.
I'd rather trudge uphill to the sun and be burnt in that light
than face another childhood of thrill seeking.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tiny Seedling Bursting Through Barriers
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Robert Frost (excerpted)
How tough it is to be born, burst fresh out of nowhere and grow up in an adult's world where ruts and furrows, not round baby cheeks, are the norm.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Protect Them
Receive the children in reverence,
educate them in love,
and send them forth in freedom.
Rudolph Steiner
A body raised on junk food and starved of nutrition cannot develop normally, no less a young and impressionable mind. As Halloween approaches, I see by the choice of costumes what horrible images our children are being exposed to through television and films. Who are their role models? What values are they learning?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
How My Five Year Old Taught Me The Art of Living
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Pablo Picasso
Years ago I watched, fascinated, as my five-year-old painted a scene of dinosaurs attacking one another. He talked through the whole process as the drama unfolded. At one point I wanted him to stop. The images were pretty good and his composition of the piece was well laid out - but no, the fight continued as more dinosaurs entered the scene and there was bloodshed everywhere. Before I knew it, the entire canvas was covered in paint from top to bottom and I sighed, "He ruined it." But he was very satisfied with himself. It was a great moment of triumph for him. To this day, I wish I had that attitude - why do I cling to things that don't last when the real joy - what we get to keep - is in the moment-to-moment unfolding?
Friday, September 3, 2010
The Virtue of Patience
If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. (Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore, Pooh's Little Instruction Book by A.A. Milne)
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