We are here, four months into homeschool life, and I think our detox is coming along. Detox from some of the stresses of modern life . . . alarm clocks, the commute, traffic, daily crowds, the rush, missing home and each other . . . and it dawns on me that the children are showing signs … Continue reading
Feliz Otoño — Happy Autumn! Uhuu . . . el otoño llegó . . . Castañas y bellotas Muchas otras cosas Que cogen los niños Con mucho cariño. Uhuu . . . el otoño llegó . . . Autumn brings the last of the harvest, many fruits like manzanas, uvas, granadas, and even giant calabazas! … Continue reading
Well, we are officially homeschoolers for real! I can’t believe we ever lived any other way! No commute, no tortured good-byes. A rhythm to the day that’s right for us — simple, simple, simple! Being around less people, less activities, less sight and sound, and just plain being together, has made such a difference for … Continue reading
Those last summer days were heaven . . . I felt totally in the flow with my two children, so present and alive in the moment, at the beach humming with the warmth of the sand and sky, the calm and rhythmic waves rolling. We were so in sync, our days just rolled by with … Continue reading
Today the lovely and talented Bernal mama Samantha Garcia led a group of us in a ritual, creating healing medicine for ourselves and our children, guided by the Black Elder tree. I will leave the moment mostly in the realm of spirit and images. Here are some images of making the medicine from elderberries, cinnamon, … Continue reading
Epilogue: Photos of the Lantern Walk with Days of the Dead I wrote about, anticipating them, last week. They were lovely. We made colada morada and guaguas de pan, traditional foods for celebrating Dia de los Difuntos in Ecuador. The harina de maiz morada (purple corn flour) is the purple, along with mortiños and moras … Continue reading
Last year I enjoyed the Lantern Walk with our Waldorf school, but I had no context or understanding of its meaning. I assumed any festival that ended in “mas” (Martinmas, Michaelmas) was too “Euro” to have anything to do with me. But this week I got it, a meaning that I totally relate to. I’ve … Continue reading
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