Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Play and a bit of Interiors

Some images from a weekend of freedom for my youngins. A rare weekend where the freedom to play endlessly all day, and to carry on into the next availed itself. The tea party for many many toys, the many beds made for tired toys. And even a sewing project started AND finished with chicken of 9yrs, who used her mini sewing machine for the first time since Christmas day, producing a most delightful dress for Caroline the handmade doll.

And a corner of my house, the new blue lounge room with warming soft interiors, has been a delight this summer.

Monday, February 16, 2009

The Tree

Today we painted a tree. I have mine and two of my fellow student's trees. All are beautiful, I think. The technique is wet on wet watercolour painting, which is such a soul activity and the children at Steiner schools do a lot of these!

Studying to be a Steiner teacher is like studying how to be a human being- I mean, really, when did going to school ever make me feel like I was learning how to live, how to feel, how to truly think, how to manifest with my whole being.
I must share the verse we all recite each morning together. It is so inspiring, so rousing, so solemn, so bold:

"We must eradicate from the soul all fear and terror of what comes towards us, out of the future. We must acquire serenity in all feelings and sensations about the future. We must look forward with absolute equanimity to everything that may come. And we must think only that whatever comes is given to us by a world-directive full of wisdom. It is part of what we must learn in this age, namely, to live out of pure trust, without any security in existence - trust in the ever-present help of the spiritual world. Truly, nothing else will do if our courage is not to fail us. And let us seek the awakening from within ourselves, every morning and every evening."

Anna had a stall at Ceres to sell her divine dolls and other preceious crafty peices, all proceeds going to the bushfire relief. It was such a divine day. The chickens and I went along, and we loved sitting behind the stall felting little treasures to sell. I did more robins and Chicken one accomplished four flower fairies- SOLD OUT.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

like losing baby teeth

It seems the process of letting go is something one must wait for. I have felt a shift in myself which happened spontaneously while hiding from the scorching sun on the beach, under a beach dome tent (something I swore never to own due to the eyesore factor, but which proved an utter godsend on a day we killed time on the beach at 40 degrees from 11am till 6pm!!). I read Ken Carey's The Return of the Bird Tribes, in between cooling dips into blue green heaven and chasing my two pale chickens with their hats. After this day, I noticed I felt...easier, my bowel movements became regular and freeing, I finally began to clean my TERRIBLE DESK , my husband noticed something had dropped away.
Letting go of ...something....like losing baby teeth...it happens when it happens.
So, the terrible desk is still imperfect but getting there.