Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
The list includes:
The Wonder of Boys by Michael Gurian
On Dialogue, by David Bohm
Seven Life Lessons of Chaos, by Briggs and Peat
Education and the Significance of Life, by Krishnamurti
A few little books by Maria Montessori
Loads of crafting books particularly those with simple sewing themes or art journaling ideas,
Soldier of a Great War by Mark Helprin
and a whole host of others!
Oh I do love summer reading, crafting, sewing, gardening, hiking, playing, biking and photographing. I do love it, I do!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Then a trip into the back yard to begin gardening...well sort of...Then there was the creation of his promised crown and cape in honor of a much celebrated poop in the POTTY!!
Of course no day is complete without some train play...
a bit of light reading...
and a chat between friends...
Finally at 7:15 we put ourlittle super hero to bed.And those are just a few of the highlights, is there a better way to spend a day? I don't think so.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
One night four Rabbinum were visited by an angel who awakened them and carried them to the Seventh Vault of the Seventh Heaven. There they beheld the sacred Wheel of Ezekiel. Somewhere in the descent from Paradise, to Earth, one Rabbi, having seen such splendor, lost his mind and wandered frothing and foaming until the end of his days. The second Rabbi was extremely cynical, "Oh I just dreamed Ezekiel’s Wheel, nothing really happened". The third Rabbi, carried on and on about what he had seen, for he was totally obsessed. He lectured and would not stop with how it was all constructed and what it all meant . . . . The forth Rabbi, who was a poet, took a paper in hand and a reed and sat near the window writing song after song praising the evening dove, his daughter in her cradle, and all the stars in the sky. And he lived his life better than before.
(Estes, 1992, p. 32)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
My ole' man still has an eye for the motorcycles and pretty ladies. He still thinks the sound of a woman walking in high heels, is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. He still loves shiny red automobiles and motorcycles and dreams of riding across country, with a horizon spreading wide before him and wind making music along the way. He dreams of flying and of the sea.And although he no longer moves with the strapping assurance of my younger papa leaping over broomstick/jump ropes with startling agility, nor lifts me high onto broad shoulders, he is and will always be a giant to me.
His slightly too large, decidedly crooked, false teeth affect a visage that resembles my dad but not exactly. His wit and dunder headed wisdom, relayed through humorous anecdotes peppered with seasoned sailor talk, never fail to make me smile and open my eyes. And when he looks at me with those twinkling blue eyes and calls me bird, I feel the rush of wind on long buried wings and I know with a blinding certainty that I can fly, no that I will soar.