18.9.10

Welcome to Our House

shoes at the Inn

How do we establish our blogs as a particular kind of place?

This is one question we've been thinking about in a big way over at HighCallingBlogs.

In the background, we spend time thinking abstractly:

- we want to be a place of grace
- we want to be a thoughtful community
- we want to be real
- we want to be a place that feels safe yet nurtures growth and change

Are you asleep yet?

For us at HCB, these are important pieces of our vision, but like Heath & Heath note, abstractions don't go very far towards inspiring people to understanding or participation. What we need is concreteness. A vision of the place you can see, maybe even smell and feel in your head.

I think this is why we at HCB have instinctively migrated to "house talk." Stop in to any given conversation and you'll see us inviting people to a table, replete with apple pie, fried chicken, or a Lenten Satchel. We talk about pulling up a chair, pouring a drink, looking at photo albums. Sometimes we even talk about mowing the lawn.

There is no rule about this. Nobody has said we have to use "house language." But we want to make HCB a place you could call your home on the Internet. So I suspect we'll keep talking about sweet tea right along with theology. And the heaven (or hell, as the case may be) of the humble Texan chili pepper.

If you haven't come to our house yet (or even if you have), we'd love to have you for a visit. The door's open. Music is on. And there's a batch of biscuits in the oven.

Shoes at the Inn photo, by L.L. Barkat.

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Over at HighCallingBlogs we're reading and discussing Made to Stick: Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die. Want to join us? :)

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24.4.10

The Creature Speaks in Poetry

House

Over at High Calling Blogs we are trying our hands at writing monster poetry. I mentioned this to my girls on the way to opera last night, and Sara took up the challenge this morning. Here is her pantoum, written from some unknown creature's point of view...

The Visit

We were standing in front of a slate-roofed
farmhouse, the rain falling down in cloaks,
the sky was wet and night-dark blue
was interrupted by yellow-window chunks

and the rain fell down like a cloak,
and the sounds were snow-fall soft,
'cause the sky was wet in night-dark-blue...
and the headlights of cars were gone

away, gone away like snowfall soft,
the trees were a dark friend standing high
the headlights were long gone,
and the rain kept slipping by...by...by...

the trees stood tall in dark and high
the wind was a small cold breath
while the rain went slipping by...by...by...
and his hands were cold as death,

so the wind breathed down one small cold breath
and he held his hand in mine,
and his hands felt cold as death,
and behind us snaked yellow-road line,

so he held his hand in mine,
his hair dripped down,
in front of the yellow road-line,
and his hair dripped down, brown,

his hair dripped down, down,
as he raised his face to mine,
and we stood two aligned
and his hair was brown, brown,

when he raised his face to mine,
when we stood together as the rain
dropped on us aligned
by one desire, one gain,

when we stood together as the rain,
washed away the night,
as by one desire, one gain,
the sky was grey, then light.

as the lights went out from the window,
as the rain was a mist on the slate roof,
and we walked away in the dawnlight low,
for the sky under trees that was nightdark blue.


Poem by Sara, 12. Used with permission. House photo by L.L. Barkat

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8.3.10

Art and War?

Reflections of Generosity

What does creativity have to do with war?

I've got a few thoughts on it here.


Reflections of Generosity photo, by L.L. Barkat.

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14.2.10

Welcome to Dan's House

dan's house

Dan King is our new Social Media Editor at HighCallingBlogs.

Dan, how cool to see your front door. And even more cool to have you here at Green Inventions. This is my fun place, where I say anything I want about social media, creativity, healthy living, and home education. Do you have a place where you feel you can say anything (home or elsewhere)? Could you tell me about it? (What color are the curtains, the couch or the desk, who's there with you?)

I have a couple of places like that, but one of the special ones is with a guys' group that I am in with one of my pastors and a small select group of guys. We only meet once a month and we alternate homes where we meet. But what's really special about this 'place' is more about the people than it is about the surroundings. It's great having a safe place like that where I know that I can say anything that I want to without judgement. There is an unconditional love that exists there that is difficult to find anywhere else. One of the other ones is late in the evenings on the couch in my living room with my wife. Sometimes we stay up way too late talking, but I love being able to connect with her. It is also where I tend to do a great deal of my blogging. It's cozy, comfortable, and warm... in more than just the physical sense of these words.

dan's schnauzer



You're our new Social Media Editor at HighCallingBlogs. Could you tell me a little bit about that? Anything goes. :) (From how you found us, to how you came on board, to what you do for HCB on a daily basis. Or whatever else you think of that you want to say.)

First let me say that I absolutely LOVE what I'm doing with HighCallingBlogs.com! I was excited to find and join the network a couple of years ago, so it's cool for me to now have the opportunity to pour into others in the community. As the Social Media Editor I help manage what we do on Twitter (@thehighcalling and @highcallingblog) and Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/TheHighCalling). Social Media can be tricky, because some people don't quite get how to use it yet. I see it as a conversation, not a destination. So my role is one of generating conversation, and I'm happy to see that conversation with The High Calling on Facebook and Twitter seems to be increasing. I'm also already planning a few posts to share with the network soon that will hopefully help us all get better at how we use these powerful tools.

I bet you noticed there's an awful lot of food here at Green Inventions. I love food. Seriously, I think it's one of God's best creations (or maybe He made the ingredients and we made the food?) Anyway, I want to know what your favorite food is. Appetizer? Drink? Entree? Dessert? (Sure, I'll try to put in some requests for when we all meet at Laity Lodge ;-)

Steak and shrimp! What dude doesn't love a good steak, but I also really love seafood. Growing up in Florida I've always loved it. But I also spent some time in Okinawa, Japan when I was in the Marine Corps, and really got to experience some great seafood cooked in ways that I just wasn't used to here in the States. So I love to try new things, and discover various interpretations on the foods that I really love. Lately I've been enjoying cooking in my smoker. I love throwing in a bunch of different meats (and veggies) and letting them soak in some good smoke from an oak tree or an orange tree. Dude... just thinking about this is making my mouth water!

You strike me as the creative type. One of my favorite things to do when I go to your place is listen to the music you sometimes recommend. Do you have a theory about creativity? Okay, or if you want to duck that question, tell me about some ways you're creative in your life (hobbies, interests, even dreams).

Wow... I don't know if I would consider myself a creative type, but thank you very much! It's something that I really work at, so it's good to know that it's paying off! That's actually one of my theories about creativity... Most people think that people are just born creative or they are not. I read somewhere that if you want to develop your creative side, then you should do creative things that you don't normally do. For me I like to try to draw (but I don't do it enough). I'm not really much of an artist, but it's cool to try force myself to do it anyway. I've also learned the value of observation. I've become a sort of student of my surroundings. I not only try to just observe, but also to look at things differently than I always do. One of the coolest exercises that I've done is to try to draw a picture of something by turning the picture that I am drawing upside-down. Doing that does something to your brain and forces you to focus on the actual lines and details without the filter that your brain normally puts on things. I love doing things like this that help me get in touch with my creative inner-dudeness.

If you could change one thing about our education system, what would it be? (I know, who knew this would be such a challenging interview. Do you feel like you're in a Miss America contest yet? :)

Hmmm... what a great question! For pre-K and Kindergarten my son was either in private Christian schools or homeschooled. But this year we've put him in a public school for first grade. So this is something that I'm thinking about a lot more these days. I think if there was anything that I would change it would be for allowing public expressions of one's faith. Starting with pushing prayer out of schools we have continued to make religious faith a private matter, and I don't think that you can separate one's faith from who they are. So to tell kids that they can't pray or express their faith in school is to deny them a part of who they are. I believe that it's a violation of our freedom of religion and our right to express it. I also like what I've heard happening somewhere in the U.S. (I think in Texas) with allowing the Bible to be taught as an elective. I think that it's purely from a historical perspective, so no religion is being taught or forced on anyone. But religion aside, there is a great deal of information there that would help students better understand some of the history surrounding the founding of our own country.

Any advice to bloggers?

I think if there is anything that I would share, it would be to focus on the conversation. Blogging is a social event, and in order to be truly effective you must listen as much (if not more) than you speak. It's a great platform to share what's on your mind, but you'll have a much greater opportunity to share with others if you listen to what they have to say first. Some of the most popular posts at my blog are the ones where I was looking for other people to share rather than just telling people what I think. There are exceptions to this concept though... There are some who blog that people like to listen to no matter what they say. They could type the phone book and people would be like, "Wow! That was amazing!" But most of us are not like that, and we can develop our platform by encouraging others speak. Some of these conversations can be very powerful, and I've discovered that readers of my blog have helped shape who I am probably more than I've helped shape them.

Thanks for having us over, Dan. (Or did I have you over here? No matter. Bring on the smoked zucchini. :)


Photos by Dan King. Used with permission.

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8.1.10

Shoes, Twitter, and Wild Kingdoms : Talking with Ann Kroeker

Ann and I Feet

LL: I remember meeting you at the Calvin festival. I was walking through the breezeway, and from a distance, I saw this cool looking person peering at me inquisitively. It was you! We officially met moments later, then spent a lunchtime together chatting forever. Remember?

Ann: How could I forget how gracious you were after I practically stalked you! I knew you through blogging communities and writing networks online, but we’d never officially interacted. So when I saw your book, Stone Crossings, for sale at the InterVarsity Press table at the Calvin festival, I asked the staff if you were attending. They said you were, and I thought, “Hey, here’s a chance to meet that smart LL Barkat.” Yes, I really thought that, because I admired your clever, intelligent comments and your beautiful yet accessible poetry.

I asked what you looked like, since I’d never seen a photo of you. They described you, so I spent the rest of the day looking for someone who fit that description. When I spotted you down that breezeway, you looked like a promising candidate. I was staring at you, waiting until you got close enough so that I could read your name tag. You must have been thinking, “Am I about to be accosted?”

Instead of running or calling security, you were poised and gracious; and when I explained myself, you invited me to join you for lunch! We packed a lot into that lunch break. I think we talked about books we were reading, books we were writing, publishing, agents, bloggers and blogging. And shoes. We discussed our shoes.

LL: You were just beginning Not So Fast then (or maybe you'd just found an agent for it?).

Ann: I already had a contract with David C. Cook, so the book was in motion. In fact, I was working on some chapters that I needed to get done. I carried my laptop with me the entire festival, and during breaks I’d set up in the coffee shop and tap away.

LL: Do you recall the early moments of that book-writing journey? What was it like?

Ann: This is my second book. The first, which came out in 2000, was The Contemplative Mom: Restoring Rich Relationship with God in the Midst of Motherhood. That’s a long time ago, so launching this one, Not So Fast: Slow-Down Solutions for Frenzied Families, was almost like starting over again. But relationships in the industry gave me a chance to meet with some editors and a publisher from David C. Cook. I presented four different ideas to them, and they picked the proposal that became Not So Fast. It was hard to get much momentum or excitement during the long months of waiting while their editorial and marketing teams met to discuss the viability of the concept.

When it was finally accepted and I received the contract, though, the reality set in that I was going to write this particular book. Then the fun could finally begin. I could read, research, and write in earnest, knowing that it was not only for my own edification, but would lead to something I could share with countless others. It’s also daunting to start working on a book. I’d wonder, Can I write this thing? Can I write it well? Getting started was scary, but when it started to take form and the style emerged, I gained confidence and felt I could build on that.

LL: What had inspired you to take the particular journey of Not So Fast?

Ann: Compared with our surrounding society, my family of six (my husband and I have three girls and a boy) does seem to live a simpler, slower pace. So when my husband and I talked with other parents, we began to realize that our choices were unusual. People would ask why and how we created a less frantic, less stressful lifestyle, so we’d share our story, our revelations, our values, and our definition of success. It would lead to some great conversations about what really matters in life, and people seemed grateful to hear our point of view.

Because I’m a writer, it became clear to me that this conversation could take place on a broader scale—spouses could read this book and discuss their pace of life and whether it really matched their family’s values. Book clubs could talk about it together, encouraging each other to make changes. I felt that there was room on bookstore shelves for a book that explored slowing down from a Christian perspective.

Although many people live slower, more contemplative lives than I do, I felt that I had enough of a before/after experience that I could tell my story, weaving it in with research and helpful tips. I love sharing other people’s stories, as well, so I tapped into friends—even some bloggers—and included snippets of their insights and stories in the book. That was a rewarding part of the journey, as well, finding like-minded people who were willing to share their slow-down struggles and solutions.

LL: Not So Fast promises to slow us down, as persons, as families. Do you have a favorite "solution" from the book?

Ann: Oh, there are so many things! Eating meals together and having a family discussion or devotional afterward is a really great one for passing on values and building memories and relationships. And leaving lots of room for creativity and free play is another simple slow-down solution.

But one of my favorites is getting outside in God’s creation. It’s so simple, so doable—except maybe in this bone-chattering, single-digit weather—that I think it’s a great place to start. The high-speed lifestyle that so many families embrace—always on the go, always in the van on the way to something—keeps people whizzing right past the details of God’s creation. Or if kids are outside, they’re often in an organized setting, like soccer practice or a football game, unable to take time to study a flower or a grasshopper. Moms and dads will yell at their little five-year-olds on the soccer field who are distracted by a butterfly dancing in the air or a flock of geese honking and soaring overhead. “Get your head in the game!” they’ll shout. So we’re in danger of pushing that curiosity and interest in nature right out of them.

To counter that, I like to encourage families to go on a walk, even if it’s just around the neighborhood, so they can breathe fresh air and notice squirrels bounding up trees and nests high up in the branches. Families could take just five minutes to stand out on the porch and watch a sunset. This slow-down solution doesn’t require a huge lifestyle change, yet offers almost instant, significant results. Plus, kids of all ages seem to really respond to being together with their parents without a deadline or agenda. It can become a lifelong habit—a tradition. And a lot of quiet kids will open up on a walk and ask questions of their parents they might hesitate to bring up when their parents are doing other things. So I’d urge everyone to spend time in nature together, admiring God’s handiwork and enjoying one another.

LL: Was there ever a moment when you doubted the project? If so, what encouraged you to keeping pressing into it.

Ann: There were times when I’d spot another book release and see that the title was loosely related to mine. I’d worry that by the time Not So Fast was out, someone else would have effectively covered the same subject matter and my book would be pointless. But then I’d get a copy of one of the other books and realize that it was either quite a bit different than I initially thought, or that Not So Fast would in fact complement, rather than compete with, the other book.

Also, in terms of doubt, I can be rather insecure at times. I’d actually start thinking of other people who I felt could write about this topic far better than I. I’d question my abilities. But God used people in my life to reassure me and provide honest feedback on my work. Encouraging e-mails would come at just the right time. Countless little things would address or counter my concerns, and I’d feel I could carry on.

LL: I know that with my own writing, I often look back and say, "Oh goodness, did I really say that?" and I wish I could more deeply live the very things I recommend to others. Is there an area of "slowing" that you wish you could better lean into? Maybe a favorite quote that makes you think, "Yeah, that. I'm still reaching, hoping."

Ann: It’s impossible to live in this fast-paced world without being affected by it, tempted to speed up and aim for a definition of success that doesn’t at all line up with scriptural values.

In the book, I explore a very wide range of topics, and one is how technology speeds us—and our kids—up, sometimes in dangerous ways. I continue to seek a healthy balance when it comes to gadgets of all kinds. I love how technology can be a powerful tool—your use of technology to conduct and publish this interview being an excellent example. But I also worry that some of the things I’m experimenting with will pull me away from family or keep me from a rich relationship with God.

Someone forwarded an ironic but challenging tweet from John Piper, “One of the great uses of Twitter and Facebook will be to prove at the Last Day that prayerlessness was not from lack of time.” I think this nails the heart of my fear—that I’ll neglect my faith, my devotional life, my connection with the Lord in prayer because I’m caught up in the speed of technology. So I’m cautious, seeking to use it for good—like building a relationship with you long distance, for instance—while watching that I not fritter away my life with tweets about tea and cookies. But don’t get me wrong … I love tea and cookies! It’s just that if I’m not careful, I could really get to loving Twitter a little too much and miss some important moments and memories with my kids.

LL: Stress is such a relative thing. My stress might be your energizing elixir. What kinds of stress do you just love? What kinds do you wish you could diminish in your life?

Ann: That’s a good point—that stress if relative. And the relativity points to our different personalities and capacity. Each of us has a different capacity; for example, you might be able to handle a lot more activities than I can before showing signs of stress and panic.

Stresses I love? This is a hard question! I’m a fairly low-capacity person. If I get too many activities going at the same time, I start to feel overwhelmed and stressed pretty quickly. So I like to avoid having a long to-do list where everything is due at the same time. Even cooking can be stressful if I’m having trouble timing everything to be ready at the same moment.

The things I love aren’t typically stressful. For example, I love creativity and learning—and encouraging it in my kids. I have found, however, when talking with parents, that some people really don’t like to change what’s working in their family’s day-to-day routine. For them to allow free play in their house would invite too many unplanned, unexpected, unwelcome requests, questions and messes. And that, in turn, would increase their stress levels.

They might go nuts at the Kroeker house where wild kingdoms are set up with stuffed animals corralled under tables and cordoned off by yarn or a board game is invented that requires hundreds of scraps of construction paper cut into bits for money or food. You never know what you’ll step into. I like all that fun and creativity, until their inventions cut off a path to my desk. Then I might start to get a little stressed. Eventually it must be picked up and put away until another round of crazy creativity takes off.

LL: You're a Content Editor for HighCallingBlogs now. Could you tell us about that?

Ann: This is still a relatively new role, so I’m still learning the ropes. Already I can say without a doubt it’s a joy and honor to be part of this network of creative thinkers and quality writers who are celebrating the intersection of faith and work. I love seeing how each day of the week, HighCallingBlogs works hard to encourage and inspire people through a variety of topics.

The “family” posts are scheduled for Wednesday mornings. One of the contributing writers is Billy Coffey, an inspiring, gifted storyteller—what a treat to get to know him better as we provide something meaningful for readers to read each week! We’re putting together and seeking out material that explores how our faith in Christ relates to the work of parenting, work in spite of parenting, and our work in the midst of parenting.

LL: What's on the horizon for you? Any dreams, writing or otherwise? We'd love to know.

Ann: I’m staying open to new ideas and inspiration while I wait for the opportunity to develop a new project. Right now my publisher seems to be waiting to see how Not So Fast does. In the meantime, I’ll be working hard to create great content for my personal/author blog, annkroeker.com, my book’s blog NotSoFastBook.com, and HighCallingBlogs.com!

LL: Thanks, Ann. Your profound and amusing words here (and a nice dose of flattery that made my week) remind me: it's good to have lunch with a stranger and talk shoes sometimes. On that breezy, sunny day, we had no idea we'd be here a few years later, talking simple solutions, working side by side.


Ann Kroeker and L.L. Barkat touching toes at the Calvin Festival. Photo by L.L. Barkat.

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5.12.09

12 Day Celebration: Social Media Guys

Water Reflections

Watching social media trends is part of my job at HighCallingBlogs. I love that.

But social media is one fast horse to keep up with. This is why I appreciate having cool friends I can rely on to point me to great ideas, articles, books. Without even knowing it, they act as sifters and sorters (hey guys, did you know that?).

And as a plus, I get to enjoy their poetry. And their love of good art in its many forms.

Who'm I talking about?

Glynn Young and Marcus Goodyear. They're both passionate about what they do and write. They're smart thinkers in business and social media.

Merry Christmas, guys! Thanks for making my job easier. And a whole lot funner and poetic than it'd be without you.

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Who do you appreciate in the blogosphere, and why? Celebrate them with us...

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Watching the Water photo, by L.L. Barkat.

THE 12 DAYS:
1. Mary's Advent
2. Laura in the Moss
3. Social Media Guys (this post)
4. Snow-White Butterfly Tree
5. Butterflies and Parties
6. Let Me Not Forget
7. Hey, Have I Met You?

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5.5.09

The Garden Still

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This week, I tried my hand at writing a villanelle. Last night, I shared it with my Eldest. The thought stayed with her, and today she handed me this, saying she enjoyed doing it because it was "like a puzzle."

"The Garden Still"

The garden still
the wild roses blooming
and the air with leaves is filled

the trees on hill
the birds asleep, not singing
the garden still

the wild dill
the joy is ringing
and the air with leaves is filled

the flowers bright until
the end of summer's bringing
the garden still

the strong wind willed
the colors dance uncaring
and the air with leaves is filled

the fall comes till
the snow starts drifting
the garden still
and the air with leaves is filled.

— by Sara


Okay, addendum. Two more poems arrived before bedtime. The first a villanelle, the second a sestina (sort of). On that point, let me just say that a sestina is complicated in terms of how end-words are supposed to be repeated in a certain way. Sara managed to begin to capture this by repeating the word 'sestina', 'this', 'word', 'anything', 'poem', 'wind' in a rolling fashion that pushed the repeated word further down into the stanza with each ensuing stanza. I'm going to italicize and bold the words so you can kind of see what she's done.

"Igloo (an almost nonsense villanelle)"

The sails unfurl
the cries ring in the air,
the ship is on the waves of curls.

Ship rides o'er seas of pearl
while dragon rests in lair,
the sails unfurl.

Setting off to lands of kings and earls
the sailors eat some pears,
the ship is on the waves of curls.

One seaman's known to love a girl
one boy climbs up a mount, on dare,
the sails unfurl.

Some on the ship have seen Arur
a family has a small pet bear,
the sails unfurl
the ship is on the waves of curls.


"Failed Attempt at a Sestina"

This is my first sestina
I do not know quite how
I am supposed to do it.
If I do it wrong, it
probably was by accident
and will be a boring poem.

Sestina is a word
of letters made, sestina
is a poem too, I
guess, but very hard
and I'm sure you could
read something much more

interesting than this.
A poem really is a word
multiplied (as in sestina
and letters) only with
rules (which I may
not be following.)

A sestina can be about anything,
anything at all, this
poem is about a word
a word, yes, the word sestina.
Anything can be a poem,
anything at all.

One more thing about a poem,
in this one, ends can't be anything
at all, one of the rules of this
poem type. These words
are complicated, sestina
one, also sonnet or villanelle,

(all poems). The wind
is not blowing poem
ideas into my head, not anything
I can think of. Really, this
is hard (all end words
are unrhyming in sestina).

The wind never blew
me anything but this
one word: sestina.

— by Sara


Oh my, another addendum. Two more villanelles...

"Sunrise"

Sunrise has sprinkled... drop!
light over the sky
the morning has come, plop!

into the sky the sun has hopped
the birds on high
sunrise has sprinkled... drop!

night away has been mopped
moon, stars, away they fly
the morning has come, plop!

up the buttercups have popped
the greenest grass you cannot buy
sunrise has sprinkled... drop!

a cake of sky with sun cherry is topped
you may ask just how, just why
sunrise has sprinkled... drop!
and the morning has come, plop!


"Morning Argument"

Pretty in red
black hair straight
she got out of bed

she got up and she read
my story, not of plates,
pretty in red

my poem led
us to a debate
she got out of bed

she sang instead
so early, not late
pretty in red

she was now quite ahead
she always knew the date
pretty in red
she got out of bed.

— by Sara


Flower painting from Midsummer Night's Dream Set, painted by Sara, 12. Used with permission.

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26.3.09

Poetry of Spring

White Flower

Littlest Child (9), not to be outdone by Eldest's chance at being featured, offered up this poem. I'll take it.

"Spring"

Trees hit by the breeze
flowing through the midnight sky,
a bird flies North, a boat sails South,
the sun starts rising in the East,
beautiful colors round and round,
a lily sprouts up, a spring surprise.
Flowers blooming everywhere, the sun
now risen, shining peacefully, waiting
patiently for spring to call the
sun to warmth. Almost time for
animals to come out from their
winter migrations, for snow's now
melted and, do you hear it,
spring's now calling. It's time
to wake up from winter's cold sea.

White Flower picture by Sonia. Used with permission.
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20.3.09

En La Manana

Hibiscus

This week I thought to reorganize how we do school. Not too much, just at an administrative level that would give my kids more responsibility and flexibility in their work. So I made this list of everything they do (Reading, Math, Hebrew, Latin, Greek, Spanish, Geography, Chemistry Copy Work and so on) and put the list down the left-hand side of a chart. Next to each entry, I put the number of times it needs to be done.

When I put Spanish 4x, I thought I was pushing it. We haven't particularly made strides with the curriculum I have. It's kind of dull and too often we skip it. I told the kids they could do Spanish any way they like, just so I see something written in the little chart box four times a week.

Well. They pulled out the Spanish picture dictionary and began drawing and labeling pictures in their notebooks, writing stories, and by week's end my Little One even wrote a poem. My own Spanish is a bit hit-or-miss, so I'm sure I haven't provided full proofreading backup here, but this is the poem... right on time for Random Acts of Poetry...

En la manana
temprana, en la
primavera temprana,
semillas crecen.
Gente ven paradas y
barcos de vela
y paracaidas
por la arena patina.
Tambien hacen
tantos otras cosas
se divierten.

Okay, roughly, this is the translation. But I do believe she got the poetic sense best in the Spanish...

In the early
morning, in the
early spring,
seeds grow.
People see parades
and sail boats and
parachutes by
the sand. They
also do so many
other things
to have fun.

Flower photo by Sonia. Used with permission.

Found this story from Eldest Child, also in Spanish. An animal story. Very silly...

Yo vi un caiman en la tina de bano y un perro en el bano de regadera. Cinco pelicanos en mi linterna electrica de mano, y zorros en el bote de basura, ye el pollo en el garaje, y los pollitos en mi jardin de flores. Una jirafa en mis abarrotes, un ganso en primer ano... dos gansos en segundo ano! Y cabras en el corredor, una luciernaga en un sandwich de jamon... las vacas en el miel, un camello en mi chaqueta, insectos en mi casa. El venado en la mermelada, y un caballo en la jalea. Unos peces en el jugo, un canguro en el agujero de la cerradura. Ai!

Loosely translated...

I saw an alligator in the bathtub and a dog in the shower, five pelicans on my flashlight, and foxes in the garbage can, and a chicken in the garage, and chicks in my flower garden. A giraffe in my groceries, a goose in first grade... two geese in second grade! And goats in the hall, a firefly in a ham sandwich... cows in the honey, a camel in my jacket, insects in my house. A deer in the jam, and a horse in the jelly. A fish in the juice, a kangaroo in the keyhole. Yikes!

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6.3.09

Gold on the Forest Floor

Jason bringing Pelias the Golden Fleece. Side ...Image via Wikipedia


Two girls, two poems, in color. Companion words. Little One's came first, inspired Eldest Child's...

Gold

The color gold shining on leaves
swiftly floating everywhere like a
sparkling fog. Hear, the music
starts to play, announcing the
arrival of the color gold.


Forest

The color gold,
shining on leaves,
dappling the
forest floor
with sparkles.

Oh, and I wanted to add this one, a color poem that spontaneously appeared at the dinner table. And this reminds me of Laura's comment over at High Calling Blogs. Yes, part of finding poetry is finding a new way of hearing...


Discriminating

She neatly
picks out
all the peas
and puts them
in a little
green pile.

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11.2.09

Ancient History

Marseilles

This was the view out our window when we went to Marseilles way back in September. The city is over 2500 years old (of course, it has been built and rebuilt on top of ruins). I thought it made a fine picture to pair with my daughter Sara's shot at the Once Upon a Time challenge...

"Once Upon a Time"

The stars were shining overhead,
the treetops dark and misty.
As I lay down atop my bed,
I thought of ancient history.

The ancient horse of the city Troy,
the worst present to ever get.
Hidden warriors emerged unalloyed
to conquer everything yet.

And then I thought of Shakespeare's plays,
the characters of long ago,
and also still performed today,
even if it snows.

So that is it for this verse here,
the sun is coming up.
And now it's sort of very weird,
I can't remember all this stuff.

Poem by Sara, age 11. Marseilles Old Port photo by L.L. Barkat.

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16.1.09

Hungry for Sabbath

Hungry Moon

I lean against the pillow, soft. Sick another Sunday [past], comforted by ivory sheets and glow of lamp through lemon shade. Curl up with book (nothing like it, to be sick and with book, cup of tea and silent house).

Heim's Living Simply just the thing, this Sabbath, sick and tired. A little Pollyanna-ish at times, but I accept it, lap up the insightful, profound passages, the quotes from other books I must set at bedside for future Sabbaths sick. This speaks, stays with me to next Sabbath, healthy Sabbath...

How do we come to choose what it is that we spend our days doing? Would we choose it again if we could? Did we choose it today, or has it simply carried us along somehow? (Robert Benson)

Now, healthy Sabbath day, this quote follows me around the house, urges my afternoon. What shall I choose? I choose to be with pleasure, simple, fresh. Dust off my flute, play. Set again to the dream of piano. Forge a new dream of cello (Did I know I wanted this? How my fingers slide across the strings... I can do this... did I know?)

Then night falls and a whim appears. Why not? Why not take my children out into the night? Put off bedtime just this once? Hungry for togetherness, a Sabbath of its own?

"Holding"

Put on
your blue boots
better in the snow
let's go watch the
glow of Hungry Moon
who'll feed our hearts
as we hold hands
silent under the
pine, listening
for little night
sounds, "drip, drip
crackle, rustle,
whisper, whisper"
forge a memory
like the one my
mother gave to me
at three in the morning
rousing from comfort
of sheets and dreams
to see the Northern
Lights shimmering
green pink blue
inverted funnel
I fell into, upward
towards this future
I did not know
was mine, under
the pine holding
hands with my two
girls, beneath the
Hungry Moon.


POETRY FRIDAY:
Ann's Pain to Poetry
Unknown Contributor's Grandmother
Jennifer's Poetry of Facebook
Kim's For My Friend
Erica's Work of His Hand
Joelle's Speak Nothing

Hungry Moon photo by L.L. Barkat.

[update: I found this illustration by my Eldest, Sara. Do you see us under the moon? It seems we forged a memory.]

Together Under the Moon

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7.11.08

Nine-Patch Togetherness

Wooden Rocker

Last year, we began a new tradition… making quilt squares on the days we’re together for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Each family member, even the kids 8 and up made a nine-patch square, then embroidered his/her name or initials and the date on the square.

It was amazing how much talk this activity inspired. Both serious and hilarious. Also, the weaving of stories and dreams. And of course we won’t forget how one family member accidentally fooled another by calling “applique” by the term “applecakes.” Soon the other member was asking how he should do his “applecakes.” Enduring family joke now.

We figure the quilt might be ready by the time we have grandchildren. But more than that we figure this is a way to come together that completely rivals going shopping or watching TV. Besides, as Richard Restak points out in Mozart's Brain and the Figher Pilot, handwork is extremely good for the brain.

So we're getting set to pursue a little good-for-the-heart-and-brain-nine-patch togetherness again for the holidays this year. Maybe I should make a real apple cake for the occasion.


Thanks for the tip on Make Something Day, from Random Acts of Poetry: Prepare Your Mind With Culture and Poetry

Make Something Day

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30.10.08

Poetry as Stress Relief



If stress causes brain damage (and we don't want that), a logical question is, how do we minimize stress in our lives?

Oddly enough, it doesn't always mean we have to change our situations. Sometimes we can't. For instance, we might have a job that's causing us stress, and we don't have other immediate options. What can we do?

John Medina, author of Brain Rules, observes that the "biggest part of successful stress management involves getting control back into your life." He says that employees need a "way out" of the stress they feel at work. This could mean reorganizing one's priorities, letting go of a few things or of our visions for perfection, or being honest with co-workers about things that need to change.

And I'd like to suggest an overlooked option— the power we gain by writing. I'm sure there is research out there somewhere that proves this is true, but I can simply say from my own experience that writing helps us shape our pain, explore our emotions, unravel and refashion our thoughts.

Writing poetry is a particularly marvelous way to do this, as we narrow everything down to the bare essentials, the center, and express it in beautiful language. This is an act of supreme control and creativity where chaos may otherwise be reigning.

If you try your hand at writing poetry for stress relief, let the people who are doing Random Acts of Poetry know about it. Maybe your work will be featured sometime. And there's nothing like sweet recognition to provide a little stress relief too.


Thanks to High Calling Blogs for sharing this Billy Collins poetry video.

RELATED:

Erica's Poetry Friday
Scot McKnight's Poetry and Kathleen Norris

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