Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A Little Breeze Would Be Nice


It's August.
The day is clear and bright.
The air is still and warm.

Mourners huddle in the available shade.
Saying goodbye to a treasured soul.
She gave us love and touched our lives.
Made us stronger, dried our tears.
We are better because she was here.

The air is warm, even in the shade.
The tears flow. The hearts ache.
Longing for comfort. Longing for relief.
From the pain. From the sadness.
From the hopelessness of loss.

Meanwhile, she who is gone, has arrived.
Greeted by those she has loved and once lost.
Such a glorious reunion! What a blessed day!
Then she turns, there to see
Mourners huddled in the available shade.

He comes to her and asks:
You are concerned for them. You love them so.
Is there anything I can do?
She gazes into His loving eyes, nods approval and replies:
“A little breeze would be nice.”

It's August.
The day is clear and bright.
The air is still and warm.

Mourners huddle in the available shade.
As they listen to prayers of peace and hope
A little breeze whispers through the crowd.
Cools the body, calms the spirit.
That's better.  The breeze helps.

As mourners leave that sacred place
Courage builds within their hearts
We are going to be OK.
We will grow stronger. We will be kinder.
The breeze helps, the breeze helps.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Millions of people happy.....

A beautiful and talented neighbor of mine has a delightful and insightful blog.  You should really check it out.  Her post today was about being who you always wanted to be. Reaching for the stars. Following your dream.   http://www.meginprogress.com/over-the-rainbow/

I, like Meg, was always told that I could do anything I wanted to do.  I could be anything I wanted to be.  All I needed was the desire.  I always tried to believe that until, like Meg, I stopped.

As a child I would get easily discouraged.  I would quit if I thought I couldn't be the best.  If I couldn't win I didn't want to play.  I longed to realize my dreams.  I did have them you know.  But I just didn't think I could succeed.

Then came Kermit the Frog and I changed my mind, sort of.  In The Muppet Movie Kermit heads to Hollywood in pursuit of his dream.  His dream?  To make millions of people happy!  Eureka!  This was my dream as well!  I could do it!  I knew I could!  But what if I couldn't?  What If I didn't succeed? Just in case I added an escape clause to my new found vision.  I decided I may have something to offer but I shouldn't get my hopes up for success because there will always be someone out there who can do it better.

I have told my children many times you can do anything you want to do, be anything you want to be!  Do your best!  But remember,  there will always be someone who can do it better.

Is this what I really believe?  Well, until yesterday, I suppose it was.

But today I see that I was wrong. Very wrong.  I want my children to know that they can do and be anything they want!  They can have all the success they desire!  They can be the best!  I am sorry for leading them astray all these years.  Hopefully someday they will forgive me, and not require too much therapy.

How did I come about this epiphany you ask?   I answer unabashedly: The Bee Gees of course, the Bee Gees!  I was enjoying a show on Netflix entitled "Bee Gees: In Our Own Time" and something they said was life changing.  When talking about success Barry and Robin explained how they saw the success that the Beatles were experiencing and figured they could have that opportunity as well.  "We began to believe in ourselves.  We began to believe, well OK if they can do it then we should be able to have a go at doing it. Not borne out of arrogance, just a blind belief that...hey you know, why can't we have a shot at that?"

And why not?  Yes....WHY NOT!

A little green frog CAN go to Hollywood and make millions of people happy.  Three brothers from Manchester CAN be as successful as the Beatles.  And Meg, you can not only write a book, you CAN write The Great American Novel!

Why not?  Why not indeed!









Friday, May 4, 2012

If you can read this, HUG a teacher!!

I'm in the mood to blog....

Usually I have ooodles of time and nothing to say.  Well this week I have had absolutely NO TIME and ooodles to say!  Maybe next week will be better.

Here's what I have been up to....

 It's National Teacher Appreciation Week next week.


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

It's been nearly a year? Blog, I am so sorry.

I find myself apologizing to my blog.  So sorry for the blatant neglect.

I experienced and epiphany of sorts today.

While driving son number 3 to school I thought about the man who holds the stop/slow sign at the entrance to the bridge construction.  Is he cold?  Is he satisfied with his career?  Does he have regrets?

I saw a mother leave her home with her young son to walk him to school.  Coming back I saw her return.  I saw her almost sigh, was she happy?  Afraid?  Satisfied that she was caring well for her son?  Nervous of how she would cope with the lonely hours until his return?

I watched an elderly gentleman come out from his home and walk to the curb to retrieve his newspaper from the container beneath the mailbox.  I thought about that sweet grandpa.  Or is he a grandpa?  Is he sweet?   Does he live alone?  Is he struggling with illness?  Is he content with the life that brought him to this point?

On the return journey I was thinking about all that I would like to accomplish in my life. All the desires that loom unfinished or un-begun.  And it occurred to me.....it's not all about me.  It's about grandpa getting the newspaper, it's about young mother taking her baby to school, it's about Mr. Stop/Slow sign standing out in the cold.

Therefor it's time again to reinvent.  I even fancied changing the blog name to something else, something that would better encompass my new vision and outlook.  But nothing better comes to mind.  So Precious Purls it shall remain.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

All three of my fans have requested a post....

So here it is.

Over the past several months I have composed many many eloquent posts for this forum.  All in my head.  The problem is when I am thus feverishly writing these amazing discourses I am nowhere near my computer.  It's usually in the car, the grocery store, or in the shower where brilliance touches my brain.

The problem is by the time I get to my keyboard to unleash these amazing thoughts, they are either gone (I'm not getting any younger you know) or my perspective has somehow changed.

So since I have no deep thought or brilliant insight  to share I thought I would just get everyone (all three of you) up to date on my goings on...

So here's the skinny.  I have given up the homeschooling dream due to various reasons.  We have been blessed with an AMAZING charter school and the children are very happy.  It was absolutely the right decision.  I think I have known it in my heart that this is what needed to happen this year but I was afraid.  We are adjusting to the new schedule, it's working out, and I'm glad.

The hardest part about sending my kids to school has been the guilt.  I think I have pretty much licked that one though.  The other day at the store I bought a package of Twizzlers and ate the whole thing myself.  I even hid the wrapper from the kids so that they wouldn't know.  I didn't even buy a treat for them, no,  just celery, cauliflower and cheese crackers.  I was the only one who enjoyed candy that day.  Despicable?  Yes :)

The second hardest part has been the blow to my self esteem, the feeling that I have somehow failed.  This has not been completely resolved yet.  I did buy myself a pair of jeans at full price because I knew I deserved them but that's not quite enough.  Perhaps a pedicure......

Friday, September 10, 2010

Gaps

Two years ago when I decided to begin the adventure of schooling my children at home I had some worrisome and common concerns.  The biggest of those being that I would miss something important and my children would have large gaps in their education.  Then a very wise and wonderful Sister-in-law, professional educator and home school mom extraordinaire, said to me "Mary, do you want to know the secret?"  "Yes" I said.  "Please, please share with me the secret!"  To which she replied... "Mary, EVERYBODY has gaps!"  After that I felt much better and mustered up the courage to move forward.  Well, it's a little over two years later and as we embark on a new phase of our home school experience I am  discovering how very right my sister-in-law was.

You see, for the last 2 years my children have been attending a public (state funded) charter school.  This charter school just so happens to be an online, virtual academy so all the work is done at home.  Well this year we have decided to graduate to becoming a traditional home school family.  (Except for our high schooler, but that's another post.)  I have been researching curriculum and have put together what I feel is what I want to accomplish with my children.  I am nervous, but the structure of the virtual school gave me confidence.  I think I can do this.

As the new curriculum materials have been arriving I have been so excited! Delving into them like a starving person.  But as I have been reading and preparing to teach my boys I have discovered something rather disturbing.  I not only have gaps in my education, I have GAPS.  Huge, deep, CHASMS in my brain.  The Grand Canyon is but a ditch compared to what I don't know.

Get this, I am 44 years old, reading a grammar text  written in 1889 and discovering why a vowel is a vowel.  When I was in school I learned that the vowels were a, e, i, o,  u, and sometimes y.  I also learned that the consonants were all the other letters.  But I never knew WHY vowels were vowels and consonants were consonants.  Well guess what, the reason vowels and consonants are separated because of the sound that they make when they are spoken!  Who knew!  Nirvana!  Here is what I read:

"If the voice thus produced comes out through the open mouth, a class of sounds is formed which we call vowel sounds.  But, if the voice is held back by your palate, tongue, teeth, or lips, one kind of consonant sounds is made.  If the breath is driven out without voice, and is held back by these same parts of the mouth, the other kind of consonant sounds is formed."  (from Graded Lessons in English by Alonzo Reed and Brainerd Kellogg.  1901 edition, page 11)

Knowing this somehow opened my mind to language in a whole new way.  It gave me an understanding of WHY I had been spitting out the rule "the vowels are a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes y" all these years.  Perhaps I am the only one who didn't know this (maybe I was absent that day), but knowing it has set me free.  Knowledge really is power!

I believe that education is something we live, it's what we do, it's who we are, it's why we're here.  Graduation from school is not the end of learning, it is the beginning.  Hopefully at some point we have learned how to read, to think, to reason, and how to learn.  If you know how to think, you will always be learning and discovering new things and always moving forward.  The human brain is not designed to collect and store ALL the knowledge and then access it when it is needed.  We are a work in progress and the potential for that progress is endless.

So instead of grieving about the myriad of gaps in my education I am going to celebrate them!  Just look at all the wonderful and exciting things I have left to learn!  And I have a lifetime to learn them!  Building bridges over those gaps is not the answer.  You have to be like my father-in-law when he hikes a slot canyon, believe you can do it, stick with it, accomplish it, and find so much joy in the journey that you are always coming back for more!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Make it so.

A bit of a new look for our next chapter.  We've decided to homeschool.  I'm nervous, worried and a little bit stressed.  I am also excited and hopeful.  I know this can be the best possible situation for my boys if I make it so.  So here we go......