One of the Provocations I had set up for NJ looked like this: Again, there was nothing I was trying to teach her and nothing she had to specifically learn. These items have been placed together in different ways for a couple of weeks- and some days they don’t even get touched. But some days … Continue reading Spiritual Autonomy in Children: A pots and pans and prayer beads approach.
That activity sheet, step by step craft, or whatever “plan” that implicitly told your kid(s) what they should be learning and how - became a weird *&$ked up mess. If you read that and thought something like, “ you had to have been in my living room this week,” this one’s for you. We learn … Continue reading Pandemic Vibes
Returning There is something kind and quiet and queer On the carpet. Something standing up, supporting, Even the tiniest of bones. There is something so sedated Between the carpet and a raised voice, Something so severe and fractal, And wasted. A stance so suffocated and substantiated It too is whole. There is something so quick … Continue reading A poem called Returning
NJ is almost 9 months (omg) and her brain is starting to notice grouping and categories. Just like in the classroom I like to set up areas of exploration and provocation for NJ. I usually set up one between each nap. The thing about exploratories is that she’s not “supposed” to use it in any … Continue reading The Art of Intention and the Heart of Play
Weekly Wisdom with Joshua Reeves: Ralph Waldo Emerson on Friendship
The system isn’t for you, when you’re a Mother. Going to a university as a working mom is like war, and the odds are against you. The field is desolate and harsh, and you aren’t given any armor that you didn’t build yourself, and even that they will try to take. I fought this battle … Continue reading The Tortoise and the Hare
Children have 100 languages- and so does light. Perhaps everything has it's very own 100 languages to describe what it is, what is sees, what it feels, and what it knows.
Tonight I was walking by Nancy's room and it pulled me in with a deep, peaceful force. At first I just stood in the doorway, looking, and then I sat down and It was like I could feel her. I sat there, still as maybe I have ever been before, forever. It was like in … Continue reading Walking by her room at night.
