Wednesday, March 31, 2010

more gerbera goodness

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Mar 31, 2010 7:29:38 AM | energy, photo

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Tuesday afternoons make a big difference I turned 50 recently. More frequent AARP mailings are testimony to that fact. What genuinely marks the occasion for me however is the profoundly pervasive feeling of anticipation and wonder and awe at just how incredible being alive on the planet can be. When I turned forty, I felt like my life had really begun, finally. I started making choices that reflected who I wanted to be and where I wanted to go. Ushering in this newest decade, the bar has been raised and the possibilities fully engaged. The dreams that I dreamed for myself and kept alive, experienced as hopes and wishes, are part of my reality now. I'm proving to myself on yet another level what focus and intention bring about when we allow them to. The subterranean work that went into that effort was sizable. Fists were pounded on table tops, and groans of frustration were set free into the atmosphere plenty of times. There is no way around the investment of time and energy and committing to a process that in the beginning seems nebulous and inchoate at best, unfathomable on the worst days. But really, what else have you got goin' on a Tuesday afternoon that's worthy of your attention? Sometimes that's what it all comes down to. Crossing that line in your head, moment by occasionally endless moment, til you've got thirty or forty or fifty candles lit up in front of you. Tuesday afternoons make a big difference.
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rant I would imagine nearly everywhere on the continental U.S. the ice has melted on lakes and ponds near you, allowing the liquid version of H2O to shine through once again. I wish this wholeheartedly for the culture one day. The true liquid, fluid version of all of us to shine through once again. <rant> This morning I was physically unable to sit through an in-service day at the school district where I work. Over the past 20 years or so I've done the research, and I know why and how organized schooling made its way to this country during the Industrial Revolution, and I know why and how the system serves an agenda not of its compulsory users but of those who do everything in their power to perpetuate it. Because nearly everyone experiences schooling of some kind in this culture, it's difficult for most to imagine learning going on without it. There aren't any alternatives to compulsory attendance in buildings where only similarly aged children are boxed into rooms where the magic is supposed to happen, hour by hour, buzzer by ringing buzzer, that are seriously considered or spoken of with much respect. Isn't that interesting? I've sat through countless in-service days in which very well-intentioned presenters and well-intentioned attendees discuss some "fix" that will address the needs of their students, or themselves for that matter. Schooling affects the adults in those buildings just as much as it does the children in them. But today, I just couldn't do it anymore. I was prepared to defend my stand and say that when the powers that be are ready to come to the table and talk about what's really going on, I'll hang around. I just couldn't stomach knowing about the skyscraper in the room and not have it be...

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