Poetry Friday--Emily Dickinson

Our trip down the garden trail led us to the "yellow house across the road."  There lived Emily, a reclusive poet and a gardener.  One day, Emily sent a gift of bluebells along with a request to the woman across the street.  She requested that the lady, a gifted pianist, come play for her.  The lady complied and brought her little girl along.  Of course little girls don't always play by grown up rules and this one wandered off to find the recluse and offer her a gift of lily bulbs.  In turn, Emily offered her a hand-scratched scrap of paper:

Who has not found the Heaven--below--

Will fail to find of it above--

For Angels rent the House next ours,

Wherever we remove--

Lovingly,

Emily--

Of course, this book led us to our bookshelves, where we found Poetry For Young People: Emily Dickinson and further acquainted ourselves with the mysterious lady in the yellow house and her words. 

Catholic Mosaic

There is a growing box of books and assorted curricular materials in the large walk-in closet that is our home library.  In it, materials I have purchased but no longer use (or may have never used) are being gathered to sell or donate. For now, though, it stands as a staunch reminder not to buy, sight unseen, every good idea about which I read.  Often, one person's good idea becomes my bookend. Instead, when purchasing curriculum, it is better for me to sit here one day--or maybe for several weeks-- and think to myself, "I wish there were a book that did___"

For more years than I can count, I have thought, "I wish there were an organized way to integrate the Liturgical Year, great literature, notebooking, copywork, simple crafts, and Catechesis of the Good Shepherd."  Such a project was daunting. In order to pull it off, one would have to be immersed in living the Liturgical Year.  One would have to spend hours researching the wealth of beautiful religious picture books available out there "somewhere."  One would have to have a grasp on the concept of notebooking and a sense of how the faith is taught in a Montessori atrium. Then, one would have to make the time to put it all together in a useable format. Some of us dreamed of a such a resource. One of us did it.

Cay Gibson, together with Hillside Education, has done a masterful job of creating a lovely, living mosaic of literature-based catechesis--a Catholic Mosaic

When a child learns the faith within the context of the Liturgical Year, "religion" becomes a living, breathing part of the rhythm of life.  It is integrated into her being as fundamentally as a heartbeat.  In early December, she just knows it is Advent; that's the way it's always been.  She thinks, "Our color is purple because we are waiting, preparing."  She looks forward to celebrating the feasts that are nestled in among the fast.  St. Nicholas, Juan Diego, Our Lady of Guadalupe, St. Lucy--all her favorite, familiar friends are met with joy. And when she is older, she will not merely turn the calendar to the last month of the year inside a dry, secular cubicle, she will instead continue to live the richness of the first season of the Church year. And if, for some sad reason, she does not, something will seem terribly out of sync, for that will not be the normal, habitual beating of her heart from the beginning when she was a child in the Domestic Church of her parents.

When the faith is taught within the context of living books a lyrical song is sung, a beautiful image embossed upon a child's soul.  Those carefully chosen books become family traditions.  "This is the book we read for St. Brigid's feast; this for John Paul the Great's birthday; this for Pentecost."  Children learn the stories of the saints and they develop real, living relationships with those holy men and women who cheer them from heaven and intercede on their behalf. The saints of those stories are faithful friends for small children who grow into spiritual giants and guides for well-formed adults. The books Cay has chosen are of the highest quality--living, breathing books that will infuse children and the adults who share them with the breath of the Holy Spirit.

When notebooking is introduced to the teaching of religion and academia meets theology in the context of the rhythm of the household, you have real learning. No one can tell where "school" stops and "church" begins, where "church" stops and family life begins.  Instead, there is a lifestyle of learning within the heart of the Domestic Church. It is education within the bosom of the family, just as the Creator intended.  Catholic Mosaic offers a plethora of ideas for organizing just such an education. It's all tied together and keyed to the calendar.  We can do this!  We can have an environment in our homes that is this rich and meaningful!

There will be no used copies of this resource available.  Mothers who forego home education to send their children to school will hold on to this book in order to read the stories at bedtime and do the crafts on rainy Saturdays.  Mothers whose children have grown and gone will pass the book to their daughters and daughters-in-law.  It is a resource destined to become dog-eared and jelly smeared.

At 4Real, we've embraced this resource with great zeal.  We are talking about it. We are adding more books and more ideas and we archiving the success stories.  Come join us.  We are piecing together a life in our homes that is reminiscent of a mosaic in a fine cathedral-- something truly rich and  beautiful for our Lord.

Musings of a Soccer Mom

Everyone who knows us, knows what a big deal sports are in this house.  My husband works in the world of professional athletics and it's all trickle down from there.  About six years ago, professional athletics and homeschooling converged in a strange way. To make a long story a bit shorter, Bobby Convey, a sixteen-year-old professional soccer player, became a member of our family.  He lived and learned and loved with us. He was my introduction to high school at home and my introduction to "mothering" a gifted athlete.

Now, I have a gifted teenaged athlete who looks a bit more like me and is pursuing his education at home in much the same way Bobby did (that is, between tournaments and training sessions and marathon eating and sleeping binges). And Bobby has moved to England to play in the Premier League.  But time will stop here in the heart of my home in the next few weeks.  And the television will be on at odd hours as we watch the boy we love--now a man--play for the United States National Team in the World Cup in Germany.

Our weekly copy of Sports Illustrated arrived yesterday.  Bobby is on the cover. And there's a darling picture of him inside (I'm allowed to gush a bit; he's "my" boy).Looking at his face, I remembered all the tired phone calls, all the discouraging, lonely times his first year in England, all the tearful growing pains of the last six years. And my eyes filled with tears (I'm allowed to cry whenever I want; I'm pregnant). My boys, on the other hand, are absolutely gleeful and have not put the magazine down since it arrived--it moves from one of them to another.  The cover of SI is every athlete's dream (well, except for that curse myth). And this cover boy is so real to them.  They know his favorite meal, his bad habits (we won't tell;-), his penchant for order and cleanliness.  They know him; they love him; and they are so proud of him.

Godspeed, big guy.  Do well.  It is a dream come true.

Kindred Spirits

I was just blessed with two days of cherished friendship.  My best friend from college came to visit.  Her husband had a business trip a few hours away and he and my husband jumped through some big traveling hoops to make it possible for Jan to spend the time at my house.

We talked and talked and talked. There was some looking back, way back, to our days together at the University of Virginia.  We remembered learning to write a unit study and not learning to manage a classroom.  We talked about the twaddle we sat through and we appreciated the teachers who really did inspire us.  She's now a teacher and an administrator a small classical school.  (Hey, me too ;-).  Funny how we both discovered Latin at the same time, far, far from the grounds of that school which supposedly embodies the Thomas Jefferson Education. We giggled with my children about a ridiculous four credit course entirely devoted to rubber cement and exacto knives.  We cleaned out my learning room and pored over books and started planning yet another unit. I showed her the world of lapbooks (and we laughed some more about proficiency in cutting and pasting). We traded ideas and solved each other's problems.

But it wasn't all "professional."  My husband marveled at how we could pick up right where we left off fifteen years ago, sharing stories and hearts and souls.  We had long talks that left me feeling full.  This time, though, there were new dimensions. We were able to look back with some perspective on mistakes made and lessons learned.  And we were able to look ahead with considerably more confidence than either of us had when we were 19.

Finally, there was the dimension the men in our lives brought to our friendship. Jan knew Mike when we were in college.  She oohed and ahhed over my engagement ring and helped me plan my wedding.  But I never knew her husband, except through letters and cards and phone calls.  On her final night at my house, he came to stay. He's perfect for her and I so enjoyed getting to know him.  The four of us stayed up talking way too late and I thought with a little pang how it just seemed like we'd all been great friends forever--and then how far away they really live.

Still, I sit here tonight amazed by God's provision.  After what has easily been the loneliest time of my life, He brought my husband and hers together to make it possible for us all to truly fill up on friendship.  Amazing.  Really.