Category: Child Rearing
|August 7, 2008||Posted by admin under Child Rearing, Waldorf||
I am working on memorizing the Saint Francis prayer for Dante's bedtime routine. Normally, we recite another lovely prayer, which I shall share with you some other day, but it's good to learn new things I think, and this one is so beautiful. Read it out loud and really think about the words. If you know any facts about Saint Francis, please comment them in! I'd love to learn more about this exceptional human being.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
|August 3, 2008||Posted by admin under Authentic Living, Child Rearing, Education, Journal de Journey de la vie||
If you’ve never been to a Waldorf birthday celebration, they are wonderful, imbuing a sense of wonder and awe in most children I’ve ever met. It is seen as a very special time, one in which the children are poingantly focused and aware. It’s beautiful. Long live Waldorf education! Wish Dante was starting First grade at an awesome Waldorf School…
|July 17, 2008||Posted by admin under Child Rearing||
I want to keep this one in the archive as well:
My Mother said, I never should
Play with the gipsies in the wood;
If I did, she would say,
You naughty girl to disobey.
Your hair shan’t curl and your shoes shan’t shine,
You gipsy girl, you shan’t be mine.
And my father said that if I did
He’d rap my head with the teapot-lid.
The wood was dark, the grass was green
Along came Sally with a tambourine.
I went to sea – no ship to get across,
I paid ten shillings for a blind white horse.
I up on his back
And was off on a crack,
Sally tell my mother that I shan't come back.
I believe it's origins are English.
I couldn't find a version I liked with the tune so I decided to make a video of myself singing the song I remember as a child. My 8 year old held the camera. Um, so yeah, I'm not a singer or anything, and I ain't frontin' like I am – I just want to share the tune of this lovely song.
|July 14, 2008||Posted by admin under Celtic / Irish Roots, Child Rearing, Lullaby||
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to skyeLoud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder clouds rend the air;
Baffled our foe’s stand on the shore
Follow they will not dareSpeed bonnie boat….
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep
Ocean’s a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head… more