Red Lipstick Therapy

Scrutinizing my reflection and contemplating my upcoming birthday I realized that I not only look my age, but I also look something like my maternal grandmother when she was my age. I decided to accentuate the similarities with bright red lipstick like Grandma (and all the hollywood starlets of her day) used to wear. The change was dramatic. I was mildly uncomfortable, but genuinely emboldened. Red lipstick, it turns out, makes me feel cheerful.

Mermaid noticed the difference right away and was mesmerized by the presence of lips on my face. She focused trying to imitate all the shapes they made as I spoke or sang to her. Could this be a break through in her speech development? Maybe. I'll be wearing red lipstick more often... for both of us. Thank you, Grandma!

Great Minds

I’m thinking about Isaac Newton (1642-1727) and JS Bach (1685-1750). They lived so differently and yet were both so brilliant. Newton was able to think clearly and elegantly explain some mysteries of our known universe. Bach was prolific in composing powerful, meaningful music. Both believed devoutly in God. Bach was social with a large family. Newton was a priggish outsider prone to jealous grudges. Both were teachers. Bach wrote and shared prodigiously, even weekly. Newton guarded his treasures of knowledge like a Dragon often only coaxed into sharing by flattery and assurances that there would be no criticism or competition. Bach was undiscovered outside of Leipzig until 100 years after his death. Newton made “natural philosophy” (science) cool, was famous, hailed and even knighted in his lifetime. Bach died making music. Newton, experimenting to the last, nevertheless spent his latter years (27) as head of the English mint for coins and was secretly both a biblical scholar and an (illegal) alchemist.

It seems that a love for music and the responsibilities to his family propelled Bach into a position of constant creation. Whereas the discoveries for which the introverted Newton is most famous were made during an 18 month period of total seclusion induced by the black plague. Bach was welcomed into a family four generations deep in musicians. Newton’s father died shortly before Isaac’s premature birth and was left to his grandparents at the age of 3 as part of his mother’s new marriage contract. Who is to say if Bach would have been so prolific without the support and motivation of his family? Who is to say if Newton would have had the time or inclination to meditate and discern solutions if he had been more social? Frankly, I am inspired and grateful that the potential and achievement of human greatness grows in a variety personalities and circumstances. There is hope for all of us.

I can see myself, like Isaac Newton, paranoid of criticism and anxious to seek knowledge without interruptions, obligations or food. Still, I find that like J.S. Bach, I am motivated not only by a love of learning and love for my children, but also inevitable deadlines. Reading about eminent thinkers and contributors inspires a vision of myself as potentially great. I’m not referring to delusions of grandeur, just applying my honest faith in the greatness of humanity to myself as well as to others. These people were human. They had oddities (especially Newton). They had parameters. Nevertheless, they contributed. What will I contribute? What will I share?

P.S. Bach’s music was launched into outer space using Newtonian
physics.
Brandenburg Concerto No. 2 in F. First Movement
"Gavotte en rondeaux" from the Partita No. 3 in E major for Violin
The Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2, Prelude and Fugue No.1 in C major

Adam of the Road

Adam of the Road has been the most enlightening book we've read of life in the Middle Ages. It includes old Roman roads, buildings made of Roman bricks, bits of Latin and linguistic history, contemporary superstitions, architecture, fashion, falconry, etc. We catch a glimpse of the drama surrounding the Magna Carta (signed 79 years prior to this story telling) and the first Parliament convened with common folk. Although it is woven through with all aspects of English culture in 1294, it is largely the adventurous coming of age story for a young minstrel named Adam who is guided by his strong sense of identity, his love for his father and his devotion to his dog, Nick. While showing the grit and struggle of the Middle Ages, Adam of the Road also reveals generosity, humor and humanity. I've never seen the Medieval life this way before.

Below are a few of our favorite quotes. We got too interested in reading to stop and write down each one, but we did pause to listen to the bells of St. Paul's Cathedral on youtube after reading Adam's description of them.
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"A road's a kind of holy thing," Roger went on. "that's why it's a good work to keep a road in repair, like giving alms to the poor or tending the sick. It's open to the sun and wind and rain. It brings all kinds of people and all parts of England together. And it's home to a minstrel, even though he may happen to be sleeping in a castle."

Adam gave her two of his remaining comfits-- a poor widow in a village wouldn't taste such sweetmeats once in a year's time -- and a silver penny. She gave him a cabbage leaf full of strawberries that she had found for him. It was easier to say goodby when you had something to give. (50)

Adam threw back his head too and laughed, strangely eased of his pain. For the first time in his life he had played the part of an oyster. He had taken the bit of grit that was scratching him and made something of it that was comfortable to him and pleasing to someone outside. He had made a valuable discovery, but he did not know it at the moment, he only knew that he felt happy again, and he wagged his head a little. (63)

Green apples ripen in time. (65)


Adam felt as though all his powers of seeing and feeling and wondering had been stretched almost to the snapping point. (66)

They had a great deal of tiresome practicing to do, the same exercises over and over again, with very little praise to sweeten it and even less sympathy when they got tired. (78)

Adam started to say, "But I couldn't sing to it; it takes all my breath to blow, " but he bit the words off short. He saw too plainly in the miller's broad honest face the struggle between the pain of sacrifice and the joy of giving. (301-302)

Decade Collage

I'm working on a collage that reflects what I'd like to include in my life over the next 10 years. Here's what I've got so far. Some of these pictures make me very nervous (scuba diving; notice there are two divers holding hands, no skin, no plants, no animals) and others really excite me (Latin, guitar, filming...) It's interesting how making a visual of my life plan makes everything more visceral than a list.

Dress available at Eshakti.

Playing to Learn

I found this article in the New York Times incredibly validating. It describes our school minus our yoga and nature walks.

The quote I have posted on my wall (literally, the wall in my home) says:

The most effective kind of education is that
a child should play amongst lovely things.
--Plato

Balance and Flow

In The Incredibles, Syndrome has a device that suspends his enemies motionless in the air, but they can still see and hear him. I sometimes wish I had the consumer version of that technology so I could neatly organize my days nurturing one child at a time while the others quietly wait their turns. I could arrange them hovering near the windows to enjoy the view while I go grocery shopping, write in my journal, prepare reports and schedules for Primary or have a pleasant conversation with my husband. I could read books! I could update my blog with all of our holiday/travel fun (working on either doing that or letting it go). Alas! Life is not that way. And I'm sure it's a good thing. The constant forward flow of time, relationships, and events requires me to continually draw deeper to find balance.




We've been doing yoga as a family for the past three weeks. Trying to hold the balance poses with all the right muscles engaged, appendages rooted, spine reaching upward and bottom tucked in...Wow! There are so many little things to tend to that a pose that appears simple actually requires incredible mindfulness to maintain. I discard irrelevant thoughts and it makes me stronger. This year I'm focusing on establishing routines and systems that allow our family to balance with the many eddied flow of our shared lives. True, my toddler is often crawling under my down dog, knocking over my triangle or beating on my resting pose, but that's the precious temporary nature of babies.

One balance choice has been (temporarily) trading reading for writing. Here is what I'm reading.

This is the best book on parenting that I have ever read. It is changing my approach and bringing calm & love into our home. It honors parents and children. A vision of eternal family friendships is rooted in mutual respect and self control. But Peck also gives specific actionable strategies from toddlers through adults to build self-mastery and a sense of mission. She also has a website.

This is a re-read. It's reminding me to nurture my children in a love of learning at their pace. It's also reminding me that as the mentor, I set the example by doing whatever I ask of my children whether it be reading the classics, practicing music, working out math problems AND I engage them in an ongoing dialogue about everything we are both learning and thinking. One of the reasons I decided to home school was that it would be a symbiotic relationship. I would not be putting my life on a shelf for 18 years. I would finally get the education I always wanted. Sometimes I'm tempted to jump back into workbooks because "progress" is so much easier to track than, say, a thoughtful discussion of recently read literature, like the ones I have almost daily with Star or the collaborative improvisational games that absorb children and engage all of their executive skills at once (negotiating, generating ideas, creating solutions, accommodating disruption).

And My Hero started a new creative outlet blog, so I like to check it out.

Take the peace and the strength and share it.
Namaste

A Knight's Tale

(No babies were harmed in the celebration of this birthday)


(There was a literary skirmish regarding the definition of "happy ending." Happy for who? The pirate or the prince? Read on for the diplomatic conclusion...

A Knight’s Tale
(As told by the guests of Sparkle’s Medieval Birthday)
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away there was a princess who was stuck in a tower and a the pirate who was very greedy indeed trapped her. He said, "Argh! Argh! Argh!” And the pirate killed the king.
The pirate hired an evil scientist to make a creature that could help him take over the kingdom. Nearby there was a knight trying to get to the princess to save her. But the pirate killed all the people who were trying to save the princess. Until there was one more prince left.
He had special helpers named Max and Alex. They had super-super power. They had super speed and super vision. The prince heard a voice calling, "help." Then there was a big burning fire from a dragon.
All of them were sleeping at night. the pirate snuck in and went past. The pirate is still alive in the castle with the queen and king dead as Zombies. Watch out. He might get you.
The prince was very quiet back to his cabin. He has a special cabin. His assistants were waiting. He talked to the super speedy one and he said, "I need you to zoom all around the castle."
Then the prince would sneak up because the fast one distracted the dragon. Then the prince killed the dragon. He got the princess and they got married.
Then the magic fairy put an invincible force field around the kingdom and the prince and princess sprinkled magic glitter over all the people to change them back to normal. The pirate and the mad scientist revived the dragon and went to hunt for gold and treasure. So everyone got what they wanted and lived happily ever after.


THE END