Do not stand by my grave and weep
Mary Frye in 1932
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
Life is about authenticity, about finding our voice, about those little moments, about the momentous events. It's our wins and our regrets and the space in between. This is my voice. Spirituality, health and wellness, food, family, mommyhood, adoption, home, gardening, politics, wellness, reviews on anything and everything plus life in Nashville! In other words, day to day life by a woman whose life has been nothing less than extraordinary. A legend in my own mind. This is my life.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
On the Lake
A beautiful day at the lake with dear friends Mike and Karisa and their little guy Ean. What a weekend. Life is good.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Beltane
A Hand Made Wreath
an Ancient Rite
Circling the Maypole
to Welcome the Harvest
the Marriage of the God and Goddess
a Beltane Celebration.
Monday, July 12, 2010
2nd Grade at a Waldorf School
Well, another year of school down. I am now the mom to a rising 3rd grader. Okay, I need to stop typing for a moment while I wipe the tears and blow my nose. All good now. Noah's year was filled with language arts, math, nature studies and playground fun. He completed last year's knitting project and started on a new one - a stuffed gnome. His class gave two wonderful plays and treated everyone to a Chinese New Year program.
In a Waldorf school, there are no textbooks. At least, not in our school. Each day the students begin with a blank piece of paper and create their own textbooks. When they learn to write, there is no tracing on workbook pages. It makes for beautiful work by the children.
In language arts this year, the children heard beautiful stories which were translated to artwork in the textbooks, they continued mastering print and in January they began cursive. Noah's cursive is great. Better than mine! He learned the multiplication tables through form drawing and bean bag tossing.
There are days when I wonder how the heck we can continue paying for private school, then I look at his work and I know that Great Spirit will provide.
In a Waldorf school, there are no textbooks. At least, not in our school. Each day the students begin with a blank piece of paper and create their own textbooks. When they learn to write, there is no tracing on workbook pages. It makes for beautiful work by the children.
In language arts this year, the children heard beautiful stories which were translated to artwork in the textbooks, they continued mastering print and in January they began cursive. Noah's cursive is great. Better than mine! He learned the multiplication tables through form drawing and bean bag tossing.
There are days when I wonder how the heck we can continue paying for private school, then I look at his work and I know that Great Spirit will provide.
St. George and the Dragon
St. George and the Dragon was a big part of the school year. They used it as part of the pedagogical study and this was the play that was performed. I LOVE Noah's Dragon.
The Crow and the Pitcher
Well, I have NO idea why these loaded like this. I even tried rotating them before uploading them. Oh well. This was one of my favorite stories as a child. The Crow and the Pitcher. I love that Noah wrote it out and illustrated it himself instead of reading someone else's book and seeing that person's art.
The Peacock
This is Noah's peacock and one of his printed pages from the earlier part of the school year. I love this picture. Did I mention there are no lines on the page? They use TOTALLY blank paper.
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