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I took the children over Pugh Mountain to Hurricane today.  The house was messy and there were dishes in the sink, but we left.  I just had to get away.  I've missed part of Fall, it seems, by being buried under my work here.  The strong winds from the hurricane earlier in the month have stripped most of the leaves from the valley prematurely.  The mountains, though, are blazing with color.  I'll have to get the pictures up in the next day or so.

October Nature TableIt was so nice to be out and see the trees so bright and full of light.  In our number qualities block, it helps to think of ways the numbers work themselves out in our own lives.  We did a doubling story today for the numbers six, eight, and ten.  Eight main festivals in the year, four seasons, two halves--one with leaves and one without.  We are nearly six months exactly here when it comes to bare branches verses leafy ones.

We met a section hiker at the Appalachian Trail crossing who was from Laurel, Mississippi.  It's only the second time I've met someone with a Cajun sort of accent.  It took me awhile to place it.  Mike picks up hazardous waste in Laurel and this guy knew that there were two companies that did, one being here.  Strange how connections are made.  He went on his way and the children collected acorns and stuffed themselves with teaberries.  Teaberries have little stars on their blossom ends, and so I think of the number five and how we will make two five-point stars to represent ten.

This education thing never stops if you let it go on.  If I were still sitting at a desk most of the day, making those maps, my mind would be mush.  The adult interactions so many parents crave were difficult and unsafe.  I was bullied and ostracized on a daily basis.  That's not all jobs, of course, but it was mine.  I think there must be something about me that people love to hate.  Not everyone, of course, but it is a strange feeling to be a person standing on the fringes for all time.

We had some of Mike's distant cousins visit back near his birthday and it was so lovely.  We had met only briefly at his oldest sister's wedding, so it was nice to get to know each other better.  They adored the children and, both being teachers at private schools, we could talk about education.  It was so encouraging to talk to someone who knew about Waldorf education, since I am very much alone here, as far as I can tell.  It was good to fit in for a little bit, since no one here is really very interested.

I like to have these little bits recorded, as disjointed as they may seem.  My peculiar life gets written down to remember later or perhaps, offer some encouragement to someone else taking a similar path.  To say, "yes, we made our way when there was none or when it was foggy, and you can do it, too."  If we are educating toward freedom and creativity, those skills go to help our children take hold of the freedom to choose their way and the creativity to make it work for them and the good of their community.


( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )
Oct. 22nd, 2015 05:49 pm (UTC)
( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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