Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Ghostie town

i am fascinated by the fact we have a ghost town within a few miles of our home.
we tossed our bikes in the car yesterday and made way to the biketrail.
its just a small little area off the bike trail that was flooded out in the early 1900's and now there is nothing much leftover. there are a few signs to mark the old depot and covered bridge locations, but other than that not much to look at.
  i like to just dillydally along the dried up streambed looking for any remnants that may be left over from the townspeople, and imagine what it may have been like back then. I can visualize the horse and buggies clopping by, and children frolicing around in the the creek, laughing and playing. 
i believe their energy is still in the air there.
this time i found a perfect seashell to carry in my pocket for good luck, and there were charming little red leaves in the shape of hearts scattered about, as if to mark our path in a weird kinda way.
i guess i'll take that as a good sign.

i bet we looked funny once we stepped off our bikes,
bending over, grabbing our legs trying to regain the feeling.
even we had to laugh about it.
and tadmor is only 1.3 miles each way..(blank stare).
i think i need to ride my bike more often:)

“Life Is A Canvas, Sketch Your Reality On It.”

Friday, August 26, 2011

A Grand Celebration

Oliver, engine #11 arrived today, all the way from texas to come live with us and he got here just in time.
Denver said he wanted to throw his trains a party today,
i told him thats the best idea i've heard in sixty years.

what a party it was too.

Ode to Thomas number 1 tank engine & all his friends.
i wonder what bum is gonna cook up next.

~Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.~
Jane Austen


Schools are for fish

we spend our days roaming the land
holding hands, laughing, loving, learning
searching our souls
and living our purpose..

building, bonding, becoming...

relishing every new day givin to us..

giving each day a brand new start in the endless abyss of possibilities..

savoring each and every moment we have with each other..

talking, singing , playing

and appreciating.

make way my friends! fall is fast approaching!

~call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family.  Whatever you call it.
whoever you are, you need one.~
Jane Howard

~Bringing up a family should be an adventure, not an anxious discipline in which everybody is constantly graded for performance.~
Milton R. Saperstein

Friday, August 19, 2011

a few of my favorite things..

~fairy hunting~ 

perhaps the fairy's just stepped out to pick some wild berries and nectar for their supper..
 looks like we just missed them...again.

~ August, telling tales of autumn right around the corner ~

~the subtle change in the tree's as if they are speaking directly to me.~


 hanging out in a old forgotten cemetery, just me, my camera,
and sweet time.

~a favorite pair of boots, and hat.~

~none of us is promised tomorrow. today, in all its beauty, is all we have~

~freedom to live happy,
love life,
and be exactly who we are.~

It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts.  ~K.T. Jong

Friday, August 12, 2011

Back to School.. thanks, but no thanks.

all this back to school nonsense shivers me timbers.
people spending boat loads of money on clothes and shoes and supplies, and fee's and pictures and school lunches, fundraisers and on and on and on.
i would much rather spend that money on things my children choose to do.
things that matter now and solely for their benefit.
we'll just sit back and let it all pass us by, avoiding the madness while the only regret is...
not realizing it sooner.

 People will say "How will they learn algebra in the real world?" Is there algebra in the real world? If not, why should it be learned? If so, why should it be separated artificially from its actual uses?

"Children do not need to be made to learn to be better, told what to do or shown how. If they are given access to enough of the world, they will see clearly enough what things are truly important to themselves and to others, and they will make for themselves a better path into that world then anyone else could make for them"

“We ask children to do for most of a day what few adults are able to do for even an hour. How many of us, attending, say, a lecture that doesn’t interest us, can keep our minds from wandering? Hardly any.”
~John Holt~

How you live in the moment affects how you live in the hour, and the day, and the lifetime.

"We who believe that children want to learn about the world, are good at it, and can be trusted to do it with very little adult coercion or interference, are probably no more than one percent of the population, if that. And we are not likely to become the majority in my lifetime. This doesn't trouble me much anymore, as long as this minority keeps on growing. My work is to help it grow. "
~John Holt~

"What children need is not new and better curricula but access to more and more of the real world; plenty of time and space to think over their experiences, and to use fantasy and play to make meaning out of them; and advice, road maps, guidebooks, to make it easier for them to get where they want to go (not where we think they ought to go), and to find out what they want to find out."

this is the real life.
 we're here, right now,
 enjoy it, live it, be it.
get lost in it...
for no one is guaranteed tomorrow.
~Erica Trent~

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Summers song

today was one of those days to get out and enjoy the cool breeze.
a day to set aside all those worries of piled up laundry, dishes in the sink and what to cook for dinner.
gonna sit and listen to the summer's swan song while musing on the coming of autumn and its splendor.
soon all this ugly green color will come alive into hundrends of fall tones.
and thats a promise!
the thought alone is almost blinding. 
in the meantime we'll just mozy around and bide our time till summer slips away.
and were doing it.. country style. 

Summer's filled with breaking the rules, standing apart, ignoring your head, and following your heart. - Anonymous