Monday, May 28, 2012

Silence





Sorry for the prolonged silence.  Shortly after my last post my little rental house sold... I find myself elbows deep in another move.  A new adventure awaits on a little farm in the hills near the lakeshore... Hopefully I will shake off my distaste of the new Blogger format and begin to blog again with letters from our fledgling farm.


A thunder storm is rolling in as I pack boxes and clean out cabinets and drawers for the new owners.  Wherever you are, whatever the weather... I wish you joy.

Monday, February 27, 2012

What do you think about during a meal?

I have a philosophy about meal times.  While eating, I generally think about the food I am eating.  In other words, I'm not making out a to-do list, debating politics or solving major crises.  I am observant of the colors on my plate - greens, deep crimson, brilliant orange - and considering the nutrients they will deliver to my body.  I am experiencing gratefulness, that in an often difficult world, I have nourishing food available to feed myself and my family. 

I try to uphold this philosophy when eating alone or with other people.  I avoid those stress inducing conversations, and try to talk about the food we are eating; which ingredients are local, which are organic.  I talk about what we might grow in the garden this year, or some shared activities, like a hike on a favorite trail, that we might be involved in. 

It seems that my body will be more receptive to the nutrients and vitality of my sustenance, if I take it in with appreciation and good energy, rather than ingesting bitter topics and negativity along with my meal.  I may be way off base scientifically, but it works for me.  What do YOU think about during a meal?

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Someday...

 

I have a $10 garage sale desk that I hope to repaint this winter to use in my "someday classroom."  I think a personalized, hand painted desk and a chair with a seat covered in a happy fabric will be much cozier than the standard issue institutional desk and chair.  While searching the internet for ideas for painting my desk, I stumbled across a free book download.  Apparently, the author is a substitute teacher who is also an artist.  He sketches the desks of the teacher he fills in for, and this book is a compilation of those drawings.

You may find it here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/howardsalmon

At first, to me, the black and white sketches seemed vague or nondescript.  But as I looked closer, I saw distinguishing details such as sticky notes around one teacher's computer screen, a sketch on a pad on the art teacher's desk, and what I believe was a cow-print mug awaiting another teacher's morning brew.  I loved the little details and insights into the character of the individual who "belongs to" each desk.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Tuesday Tales - Spelling Mississippi


My nine year old son is "touring" the southeastern United States for Social Studies in third grade this year.  I had the opportunity to present the first lesson of this unit as I substituted for his teacher last week.  It's funny how so simple a thing as learning to spell Mississippi can transport me to childhood.

My mind takes creative license with the past so that all of the memories of a particular person, place, or time are rolled together into an beautiful collage - edges muted, corners softly turned.  So it is, in the Tennessee summers of my childhood, that I learned to spell Mississippi from my paternal grandmother on the front porch of a cabin, while simultaneously shucking corn and snapping beans.  "M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I, hump back-hump back-I," Mamaw voiced the rhyme she had learned in her own Alabama childhood,  as we enjoyed the easy breeze that characterizes the "down home" vacations of my memory.   I`m pretty sure we took turns twisting the handle on the old ice cream maker, right after dinner, as we chewed sassafras leaves like chewing gum, and my Papaw called me Pumpkin Head (as he called my siblings and cousins too.) In my memory anyway, it all runs together that way.

I'm sure those third grade students last week believed I was thinking of how to spell the other states in the southeast region as we proceeded, but in my mind, I was on a front porch many miles south of our northern classroom... and many years ago.

Photo by Aisling, March 2010