Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Jane Eyre was shamed into a self abasement, which was dehumanizing...

in my opinion...
So now, we let children do as they like, for the most part in schools.

That is not the answer! Finding their handle is a hard job. We don't want to do it. We knock their handle off and give them a fake one, which is fear based.

I see children who are art motivated, letter motivated, building motivated, tactile motivated, taste motivated, etc., etc. They like certain things, but only certain things make them do their best.

My Dad had no other motivator, other than the whip or the "suzie Q". We spent our childhood running from the whip into the suzie q and back again. When that quiver of fear comes over me, I am not able to function at all. He absolutely overplayed the fear factor.

If you don't or do this or that...I will beat you within an inch of your life! etc.
We all had a ruler measuring our bodies to try to calculate how much an inch of our lives were. I still measure, whether I am within an inch of my life or not. Is this an inch away from death? etc. Do we want our children measuring their closeness to death for the rest of their lives? Our words have impact.
Lets teach them to run toward LIFE!
ie. I will kiss you until you find the tree of life!
I think that will work

jayne c walker's

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
click on the picture to for an Evvie story.

Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09