hello, i live on the ocean floor.
lazy sunday:
jug band shuffling, rounded hats
‘we can’t talk about biodynamics here,’ a farmer in a trucker hat warns me
color palettes - warm or bold, new and old
handwriting analysis will get you into grad school
finally! a birthday snowshoe.
some things from here
snow moon
my weekend time has suddenly become ten times more precious as my hours have started being taken up for things other than myself and any self-directed work. back to the land of podcasts and papers, except i get to marvel every day at how naive i was about seed companies. working for an anonymous one, with friendly faces, but seeds from all over the world, dozens of hands, faceless farms to the point of only a few letters to designate the country of origin.
feeling strong again in my commitment to growing but feeling further away from the season than i have in a long time.
montessori vs steiner. i think they were more allies than anything, with one person deeply rooted in reality and the other in the vast pool of the spiritual realm. however here in bham their theories are both just designated “independent.” i think that suits them.
One should not ask, ‘What does a person need to know and be able to do for the existing social order?’ but rather ‘What gifts does a person possess and how may these be developed?’. Then it will be possible to bring to society new forces from each succeeding generation. Then the social order will always be alive with that which fully developed individuals bring with them into life, rather than that each succeeding generation be made to conform to an existing social organization.
I am so accustomed now to this pacific northwest winter it seems i will go walking in the drizzle, with a picnic packed even. what have i become?
clay modeling has begun during teacher training weekends. for 40 minutes we had blindfolds on and using our hands only we molded a lump of clay we’d formed into an oval on our board after ourselves. it was amazingly therapeutic to learn myself, self-care, self-love. my end result is this first photo, then we took the blindfolds off and got another 40 minutes to continue with our eyes.
brightness in the dark
yes
so then david byrne told me to listen to pop music and it was exactly what i needed / wanted. praise.
maligayang pasko
puto cheese, tsokolate, drafting pens, more channel orange, wintery mix outside, and hoping that my comic strip-style interpretations of steiner don’t get me kicked out.
