Thursday, January 13, 2011

underwater

Here I am and we are, having our special family days, together and smiling so much and so often…

and not so far north

people are struggling terribly. Many have died or are missing. Our third largest city is under water. Practically a whole state is submerged.

The pictures and stories are extraordinary. The hardest ones, the ones that break my heart, are about the children.

I am so sorry for those who are suffering so much right now.




And somehow…

because our human spirit is so…well, what is it? … stubborn? tenacious? resilient? we keep on.

We say, Nup. We are not beaten.

From far away, we empathise and we grieve. We watch and send positive energy and clothes and money and love. We feel.

From close up, we are there as the water rises, and tie ropes to our bodies to rescue people from their cars. We help old people leave their homes and save animals from drowning. We sandbag and rescue and support. We feed and water and keep warm those without a home. We give and give and give.

We suffer and are broken and lost and then…

somehow, sometime…

we are found.




And when the water goes down? We will rebuild.


Because that is who we are.



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Now, I think of the Pakistani flood victims of last year and how the situation seemed terrible, but so far away. 

This is how it often is, isn't it? You watch from far away and only as much of you as can bear it feels for those suffering. Some things are so terrible, your mind can only allow a certain amount in.

Today Australians have their own homes and towns underwater. And because it is so close, I feel it harder, see it clearer. 

So, with as much of me as I can bear, 

I feel for those suffering here, 

AND for everyone who suffered in Pakistan last year,

(AND, having seen the news coming out today, those in Brazil.)



I send love and positive energy to all those who are grieving and rebuilding. 

And I will give what I am in my power to give.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Updated! Holiday Show and Tell



Good morning, class! 

For today's Show and Tell, I have all sorts of news. In fact, anyone else wanting to share news today might have to wait 'til tomorrow. Yeah, I mean you in the back with the owl habitat diorama—Sit down, sister!





Today, for show and tell,

my 1st item of news 

is that

my boy's lego team was on t.v. tonight!


Howabout that? Kind of cool, huh?

The local news came to a fundraising booth the team had set up in a shopping mall. They filmed for ages, and my son wore one of his excellent fedoras for the event. When we watched it tonight, we got to see the team working the robot, the coach and kids getting interviewed, and… my boy's chin, and only his chin! It looked very handsome! (We also saw me and my girl in the background, which was ironic as we were totally trying to stay out of the way).

Anyway, it was great to see everyone on t.v. and have the kids' (and mentors') efforts recognised. The funny thing is, they didn't mention we were homeschoolers. Isn't that strange?

(UPDATE: I've now got youtube footage! Wow, I didn't know that would be possible, so thankyou, Clever Parent Who Did This. I love technology!)


If anyone wants to check out the team's website, here it is:



So…what do you think? Does anyone want to come to our robocamp? If you do—especially those in the US—I'll be very impressed!


(And I've been avoiding saying this out loud because then it'll be real…but we can't go with the team to compete in Europe. For lots of reasons, but ultimately it came down to the dates completely clashing with a major music festival my husband and his work will be hosting in June. We are disappointed… but so happy to be part of the team, to have been part of something as awesome as the tournament, and to now help the others fundraise. It's incredibly exciting, and I'm so proud of everyone.)



My 2nd piece of news is

that we have a new family band. 

This is BIG news!

May I introduce you to the members of the band?



Here's Angus. He plays a mean guitar…








 Moo is the bassist.

(Moo, who's a lion, thinks he's an elephant seal.
…… Best not to burst his bubble)








Silver plays a fine sax.



Growl and Peli work the trumpet and flute like pros








and Tigger does percussion with his mate Waffle.


  


Last but not least are Flops and
Lambie. Doing some fine work on trombone and keys.




Without further ado, 

I present


The Fuzzy Noodles




and their adoring audience!




(pause for rapturous applause)



The kids set this all up the other day while I was in another room (cleaning, I'll have you know). When I happened to walk in, Splotches the cat had just finished dancing. You can see her on the stage in front of the audience. A wombat (called IssaBiggaFattaWombat) had just been singing in a deep baritone, and when I caught him out, he got the giggles. :)

Yummy, aren't they?



The 3rd piece of news

is that in our holidays, just two days ago,

on a glorious sun-swamped day

we got to drive for thirty minutes to swim and play here




and for that I felt incredibly lucky.



Finally

(and I know I've taken up a lot of your time today, 
so thank you for your patience),

my 4th and most important piece of news

is that

yesterday I cleaned the top of a dresser and the top of one whole bathroom sink and sink area.

Wow—I know.

Pretty impressive, even if I say so myself!



Tomorrow's news

will hopefully see me cleaning just a BIT more of my house.

That is, if I'm going to succeed in FiPaWaFroRooRooMo.

Don't you think?




That's it from me for today.

Thank you for listening, class! 

:)

Friday, January 7, 2011

One. Simple. Thing

Okay, having mentioned I'm on a Grand Mission, I should mention how exactly I'm going about it!

In one word:

SLOWLY.

Or, in three words:

Little By Little.


In fact, other than the day I swapped bookcases and moved things into drawers and had a floorclutter eruption, I've literally done One. Simple. Thing. A Day.

This is because sometimes, or once upon a time, I have, or had, a tendency to try and take on the entire thing all at once. Like, I've thought, Today I'm going to rearrange the entire bottom floor of our house, plus clean it, plus…oh, paint it, and perhaps build a new room onto the side…!!!

Yeah. I took on too much, and inevitably, either wrecked my back or pooped out.

I sometimes (or once upon a time) have forgotten (or forgot) the lesson I was taught years and years ago.


And I am seeking to remember it now.

It was taught to me at a Managing Depression class. A class I was told to go to by medical people, my husband, and my family. It was part of the general all-hands-on-deck! lifesaving that went on about ten years ago, in the depths of my Post-Natal Depression.

I went to my Managing Depression class once a week for eight weeks. I sat in a room with about a dozen other people. All of whom were in the Thick of it. All of us lost, all for different reasons…but it wasn't a class to share why we were lost, or talk about our own details. Rather, it was a How-To Class.

A bit like those classes where you learn "How to build a t.v cabinet," or "How to set-up your Modem," but not. This one was bigger. It was, "How to Rescue Yourselves from the Deep."

We learned about Depression and what made it tick. We broke it down and studied its insides like a car engine. Then we broke down typical reactions we might face and studied them too, studied how to find different, more positive reactions, reactions that would help us live. We learned simple tricks to get from day to day, a bit like ice-climbers, going from ice-screw to ice-screw, slowly, slowly.

It was that slow. That steady. The fear of falling growing less and less each week I went.



I remember thinking, when I started the class: Wow. I am not alone. There are other people in the world who feel the way I do. Other people finding their way through the dark, and out.

That helped so much.



I also remember thinking, It can be as simple as this:

Focus on this moment. What is here that is good?

I started noticing. I started writing those small, good things down.



I also remember learning, Set yourself a single goal, every day. Don't make big plans, don't plan out the whole week.

Like, if you want to clean out your garage, don't think, I'm going to clean out my whole garage! Think instead, Today, I am going to clear this shelf. Just the shelf. Keep it simple.

And you don't think, I'm going to exercise! I'm going to exercise every single day this week! I am going to exercise every day this month! I am going to become a triathlete! (I swear, I once thought this. It didn't happen). Instead, think, Today I am going to go for a walk.


This was one of the best lessons I learned, and am always learning. Trying to remember and apply. All the time.


Keep it simple.

Focus on the moment.

Aim to achieve one simple thing. It might be a clean shelf. Or a walk. It might be noticing the colour of the sky as the sun sets.

It means you don't get overwhelmed and it makes living easier. It makes each day better. It makes you notice and smile.



So that's how I'm running my Mission.

I'm doing one simple thing a day. Which means, there's probably no way I'll clean my whole house in the month of January. I was kind of kidding around in my last post.

(And you all are saying: No way! Really?! Wow, Helena, that wasn't clear at all!  :)  )

I want a clean house, don't get me wrong. I've put it out there into the universe; I've said, "Oh, Universe, I am striving to declutter! So let's make it happen! At some point! Somehow! This month, hopefully! But I'm open to taking longer!"

I'm keeping it real.

I've cleared a table. I've found some awesome drawers to put our art and craft and pencils and rulers and stuff.



I've cleaned the front of all the cupboards in the kitchen. I've tidied my girl's room. I've moved bookshelves and created a great floor eruption that took three bit-by-bit days to clear.

Today…all I did was vacuum one living room floor. And that was enough.


Because I had to play boardgames with my boy. Battleship AND scrabble!

I had to walk a friend's dog.

I had to read Calvin and Hobbes on the couch and tell my boy what Lactose was while he played Dragonfable.

I had to play the board game my girl made today.




And I think we're going for a pizza picnic in the park tonight!



All simple things.

Things I try, and try, to remember to keep simple.


I do these simple things

One. At. A. Time

and

when I am done,

I smile.



a walk, a boy, a sunset
each
lovely

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

a Brave Mission

Isn't it funny when you think you've come up with a Brand New, Awesome and Original Idea that you want to share with everyone, then you look around and it's already being done? Like, by lots of people, everywhere (at least in BlogLand), and as lovely as it is, it's certainly not YOUR Idea.

Bummer!

So, I'll join the gang (who are all brilliant for coming up with this idea collectively) and say, Hey, Lookit!

I'm cleaning/organising/tidying my house! From Top to Bottom (or something to that effect) for the Month of January!

Yeah!

It must be the New Year vibe running through our veins, because it seems like everyone's cleaning, clearing the clutter, finding space.

It's a really great idea, I think. And now I'm sharing it, for anyone who hasn't caught the bug :)


I actually wrote about it on the blog of my wise (and funny) friend Deb (who is also seeking to simplify). I have decided to repost my comment here, because a) I can and b) I made myself laugh writing it. Two good reasons!

I wrote:


"Deb, I think it’s something about the new year—all of us walking about in our homes saying, Something's Gotta Go!!! Or, EVERYTHING’S Gotta Go!

I’m right in the middle of the same decluttering, de”stuffing”, de”stuff coming in at me from all sides and all floors and all surfaces-ing” voyage too. It’s going okay… I’m doing one thing a day. And as I do my one thing, it looks WAY worse just for a bit (so then you have to keep going, right? You can’t stop there!), but then I get a space like your laundry (which rocks!). Or perhaps I get a space like ONE, single, cleared table (Yeah, it’s going to be a long road. My home was starting to look like one of those houses they mention in the paper where some little old lady has died and people go in and find there’s just the path for walking from the bed to the toilet. Everything else—random debris. And about a hundred cats mewling about looking for scraps. Hmmm. Is that too much information?)

Hope you’re getting through your Stuff with your sanity intact, Deb! I’m cheering for you!"




The thing is, I'm not just cheering for Deb, I'm cheering for everyone who is bravely going into this netherworld of sorting, fixing, clearing, discarding, scrubbing, finding, losing and keeping. We start the year with such hope. Such energy. Such a Mission! 

And we all want that simplicity, don't we? The sweet sense of things not falling in on you like a cave-in. That sense that when you look around, there will be some corners of your home/life/world that are in some kind of order. Maybe even…dare I say it?… Just. So. 

It's a wonderful Mission. 

And even if things go pear-shaped and chaos returns (or never quite leaves?) I think, No matter, because I just love HOPE. 

I love the eagerness we have when we start on something like this. The almost child-like sense of "Yeah, I'm going to ride that bike without training wheels/become a rockstar/fly off that roof with just my cape for comfort! I am doing it, Right Now!" I love carrying the feeling close that our dreams will sustain themselves in the light of day. 

I think Hope is one of the finest, if not THE finest, feeling we can carry. It's filled with the Positive and I keep it close. Always.

So in that vein, I propose a Joint Mission. Not unlike the mighty NaNoWriMo (National Write a Novel in a Month) quest. I suggest we all do it and link up and have this awesome linky button that I have no idea how to make (but Deb knows. Deb, how do you make one of those buttons?)

I suggest we call it something AMAZING. Like, oh,

PerCleMyHouMo!! 

Which stands for…wait for it… "Personal Clean My House in a Month!"

What do you all think? 

…

Yeah?

Really?

…

Huh.

All right. 

Well then, howabout this:

CleUpYoCluMo!  

(which we'd pronounce, Clee Up Yo Cloo Mo!

and stands for "Clear Up Your Clutter Month!")

Righteous!

Or,

howabout this

I'mGonnaCleanThisHouseOrDieTryingMo!


Catchy, no?


Anyway. I'll leave you with those name ideas, let them percolate, and we'll have a meeting on this soon to come up with a decision. I think that's called Tabling It, am I right? Or, like in the movie Bolt, we're putting a Pin In It, until we decide. 

Right? 

Good meeting everyone. I'm going to go put away some of the 300 things I put on the floor when I decided to swap bookcases, sort all our art junk into drawers and clear the coffee table. I'll see you in December, ready for the first, official,

FiPaWaFroRooRooMo!

(Oh, you know what it stands for. But I'll tell you anyway.

It's "Find a Path to Walk from Room to Room Month!" 

Yeah. That one's totally getting my vote).








Tuesday, January 4, 2011

adventure link!

Okay. I'm not going to always brag about my kids and their awesomeness…



oh, who am I kidding? Of course I am!



Anyway. My boy just spent about five hours on a new blog post. It's about our last adventure in Samoa. I was going to write about it, but he's done such an amazing job that I think I'll just link to his post and say, Ta Da!

Please read it. It's just wonderful.



Monday, January 3, 2011

learning all the time

So I have two new followers in my followers 'collection'… My boy and my girl, who have decided to join the Land of Blog!

Welcome, "Kitty," and "Squibs." It is lovely to have you here!



I love what my kids have done. I love how excited and creative they were today. They worked on their blogs all day, politely taking turns because we only have one computer with internet access (and are we the only ones? I'd really like to know!). They were unstoppable.

And, they were so pleased with themselves.

I was so pleased for them. I felt incredibly full, like I was just fizzing with Pleased and Proud. Because they were so focussed and inspiring and creative and beautiful. I could swear they glowed from the inside out.


And it made me think of what my girl asked me this morning.

She said:

"Are we still on holidays?"


"Ah," I said.

And I got all philosophical.

I said, "It depends. If 'holidays' mean simply a holiday from school, then yes. In fact, you're on holiday every day!"

"Not me," said my son. "I do maths and english. I do school work. A lot of school work!"

[and I should mention that it's work he's chosen to do, 'cos he's my schedule and curriculum boy :) ]

"Ah," I said. "Yes, you do. So if 'holidays' mean a break from doing that particular maths and english work, then yes, we're on holidays until you start doing it again."

"But," I continued, "If 'holidays' mean a break from learning, then we're never on holidays!

Because we are ALWAYS LEARNING. Including me, and especially kids, because you're all so curious and full of energy. None of us ever stop learning!"



If I'd had a podium nearby, perhaps my hands would have waved about, at this moment in my speech. My voice might have risen, and I might have looked out to the audience expecting some applause.

As it was, my kids nodded. And we moved on. I think we ate breakfast or laughed at something in a book. Life continued. As it does!


But the conversation stuck with me. It made me ponder.

(and my husband would laugh if he heard me say this. He'd say, all tongue-in-cheek, "What you? Thinking? Pondering? No. That's not you at all!")


Yeah, I've thought about this issue a LOT. Especially on our journey through the Freedom Experiment. Because it's been so eye opening and I have learned so much.



I think many kids (and an awful lot of grown-ups) have been taught to believe that Holidays and Learning are separate. As though in the Holidays—this magical, mystical time of no schedules and no specific place to be—your brain takes a break. As though the only way you can learn is by going to School, or doing Defined "School Work."

But people never stop learning or being able to learn. They simply can't help themselves.

There are people who'd say, Nup. I'm not learning in this moment, waiting at the lights. Or at my dead-end job or while I'm cooking dinner. There'd be kids saying, I'm not learning while I'm waiting for the school bell to ring or while I am on detention.

There are people, kids and grown-ups, who give up, as though learning is beyond them or past them. There are also people who go for years to school and university and come out feeling empty, as though no learning happened.

Sure. Learning can seem far away if you're scared or bored or disillusioned. Or if you aren't open to how it can come.

But, I say to you, sweet listeners (oh yeah, I'm back on the podium!),

Your mind never stops.

For those who don't realise, or have given up, or have tried and been disappointed, your mind takes things in, always. It makes connections, it ruminates, always. You are learning, all the time.

The learning just might not look like what you expected. It may not fit the box you (or others) built for it.



I know that for us personally, our lives (especially during 'School time') look completely different to what I imagined or planned, even a year ago. In fact, until I started homeschooling, I didn't realise—or pay attention to the fact—that learning happens everywhere, and comes in a kaleidoscope of shapes, sizes and colours.

I never knew that when you pay attention, learning dazzles you with its light.


As I watched my kids today—on their Holidays—open an email account, navigate their way around a blog site, edit and upload photographs, use a drawing application, write straight onto their blogs or painstakingly type pages of hand-written words into the computer, plus edit, format, and co-operate with each other (all the while, chatting and sharing and laughing together), I thought:


Here we are.


Absorbing, embracing, loving, living.

Hardly aware of our minds buzzing because it's just. so. much. fun.


Learning.

ALL THE TIME.







(and now…I'll back away from the podium, and let you all be on your way!

Except my two beautiful kids and husband of course… They'll probably have to listen to me and my thoughts a few more times :) )


Saturday, January 1, 2011

1.1.11



It's the first day of the first month

of 2011!!!

So many ones!


Like

one

lovely swim in a beach pool with laughing kids, happy families all around

one

long, lazy nap with a fan blowing on my skin

one

clean room—my girl's
(as part of my new pact to clean/tidy one space a day…
nothing too big so I don't get overwhelmed!)

one

discovery of a blog,
the mama being just my kind of mama,
saying words I kept saying Yes! to.
(how I love the connections, the affirmations, the support
that can happen in the wondernet)

one

breaking in of a christmas present—
my husband's magical new salad bowl—
to accompany our delicious minestrone soup
(and yes, we're still vegetarians, 7 months in!)


one

boy falling just as we embarked on a sunset walk with the dog,
spraining his wrist (at least I hope that's all he did)

one

set of headphones, music drifting into my ears

one

really big desire to finish my book
(or at least, to write and write and write it)

one

equally big desire

to take life head on,

to seize all days,

to see the beauty in as many small moments as my senses can stand,

to hear my kids and husband say, I love you,

to watch for magic…
(because it is everywhere)

and

with all my heart and bones and breath

to

be.




Happy

Happy

New Year!