Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

Birthday Girl

Our sweet Jasmine is five.  Her birthday was last week.  We can see the lovely young lady she's becoming alongside traces of the baby she was.  Snuggly, bouncy, lively, sleepy, talkative, imaginative, purposeful, cheeky, fussy, loving, demanding then helpful.  Using 5 syllable words in the same sentence as ambliance and b'sketti.  Five is such a joyful, exciting age.  I'm energised and exhausted, enraptured and exasperated by my little darling.


Jasmine is such a puzzle.  Sometimes so shy, but when comfortable she's a little whirlwind!  We used to affectionately call her our "wooshka-booshka".  I don't know if that's a new word, but there wasn't an invented word adequate to describe her mischievous, exuberant playfulness.  Almost naughty.  Often dangerous.  Only by the grace of God has she made it to this age without breaking a bone or needing stitches ... thankyou Lord!

Jasmine age 2


We had a couple of Jasmine's friends over for afternoon tea to celebrate her 5th Birthday.  Because of the small number of guests, she only took half an hour to get into the swing of things (in the picture below she's still warming up).  Elijah greeted guests at the door wearing his Knight costume.  The Princesses ate dainty cupcakes, fairy bread and fruit on pop sticks ...


... then played statues, puzzle races, a hula-hoop relay and ring-a-ring-of-rosies.  Jasmine didn't want the same games as Elijah had at his party, and sagely requested the last one saying it would be "good for when everybody's too excited and overwhelmed"!!

Since I'd made 60 cupcakes (new recipe meets absent brain, oops!), the girls each decorated a few extras to take home (or quietly lose, if so wished by the parents, ha ha).  I had made an icecream cake by starting with a frozen Sara Lee strawberry swirl cheesecake, then adding smarties and layers of white and strawberry icecream topped with sprinkles.

Ah, sweet love!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Crocodile Eggs for Writers

by Vanessa Preston, 2006

Have you ever had the most BRILLIANT IDEA? 

Bursting with energy, you rushed off to show it to someone.  You couldn’t wait to see the look of awe and admiration on their face.  Then …

BAM! 

With one derisive snort or roll of the eyes, they ground your idea to a pulp.

“That’ll never work,” they say of your invention.
“It’s … interesting,” delivered with a fake smile.
“No-one reads fiction anymore,” and they hand back your novel with a sigh.

Sadly you sweep the remains of your idea and ego into the dustbin, and limp away nursing hurt feelings and wounded pride.  And you wonder … are they right? 

Press the pause button on this sad scenario, and imagine this …

Your new story is a baby crocodile.  Once upon a time it was barely an inkling.  But you patiently nurtured and protected this curious creature.  Now it is squeaking, ready to hatch at any moment.  You’re about to watch it break out into the big, wide world.  It seems like a lifetime since you discovered the egg.  Mysteriously it just appeared, but you had an inkling it would be something special one day.  Something a bit like a baby crocodile …

In the beginning …
The shell was paper-thin.  Transparent enough to see the forming skeleton.  Before the egg became cloudy and strong, you glimpsed the form of a tiny reptile.  So fragile.  You tenderly wrapped it in tissues and tucked it inside your shirt. 

Weeks later …
You are excited.  The egg (which you’ve named Inkling) is gaining weight and growing rapidly.  You spend hours looking lovingly at the pearly white shell.  Like a proud parent you long to show off your little one.  It’s getting hard to keep such a spectacular secret. 

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to let a trusted friend take a peek at the little Inkling?

At this point the story is up to you. 

Like a pick-a-path adventure, YOU decide what happens next.  Read the choices at the top of the columns, choose one, and read on to see how the story ends.

A.  You show a friend.  She cringes and comments on every blemish.  You’re convinced a closer look will convert the sceptic.  You hand her your Inkling.
B.  Again you show a friend.  This time, when he starts to poke and prod the Inkling, you make a hasty retreat. 
C.  You hide the Inkling away from prying eyes.  When someone spies your treasure you ask them to wait just a little longer.
A.
Surely once your friend feels the tender heartbeat and silky smooth shell, she will have to agree this is the most wondrous thing she has ever seen.

She’ll have to understand how precious it is.

But your friend isn’t as sensitive as you. 

She squeezes a bit too hard, and SQUIRT.

Clumsily she misses the point and SPLAT.

After a quick glance, she leaves it on the windowsill and SIZZLE.

You are devastated.  All that is left of your Inkling is a sticky puddle and a shrivelled up shell.

Sorry, but it’s impossible to revive this one. 

B.
You have rescued the egg … but damage has been done.

Your trust your friend, and his  opinion is important to you.  You start to question your unconditional love for the little creature. 

Maybe you are paying it too much attention?

Maybe it really is a bit ugly?

You start to neglect it, forget about it, starve it.  Or maybe you try to make it more appealing to others with popular colours and a fashionable name.

The once-translucent shell is now blurred by fingerprints, scratched and scarred. Lonely and unloved, your Inkling is fading.

Some careful nursing might save it, but the odds aren’t great.

C.
You nurture and protect your Inkling. 

Safe from harm, it develops legs and flexes it’s muscles.

You pay no heed to pessimists.

Your job is to keep the Inkling warm, and shelter it from predators. 

In time the Inkling will outgrow it’s shell.  With pecking and poking it will at last wriggle free. 

Congratulations!

The Inkling has a good chance at survival.  For now, you’ll still have to feed it, rescue it when it strays too far, and teach it to fend for itself. 

But it may one day grow up to be the biggest, boldest crocodile in the river.

Inklings grow into ideas, like baby crocodiles forming inside their shells.
Perhaps the analogy goes too far – but those baby crocodiles are just so cute!
So, how do you look after them? 

Ideas are fragile, and like crocodile eggs they need:
-       time – don’t be too quick to expose them to the harsh light of day
-       attention – play with them, feed them, marvel and enjoy them
-       protection – guard against vandals, predators, thieves and critics

Ideas differ from crocodile eggs in these important ways:
-       you can shut an idea in a drawer and still maybe revive it years later
-       one idea can be divided into a crèche-full of inklings and inspirations
-       ideas are easier to find than crocodile eggs – if you know where to look!

Writers, thinkers, artists … keep a notepad or sketchbook handy, and write ideas as they come.  Later might be too late.  Jot down one-word, or do a quick draft if you have time.  When you make a habit of acknowledging ideas as they come, they’ll come more often. 

Treat your inklings and ideas like crocodile eggs.  They might be grand one day, but as infants they need protection and nurture.  Sit on them.  Keep them warm.  Believe in them.
Hopefully they will survive, and when they grow up you’ll be the proudest parent alive!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Birthday boy

We've been celebrating Elijah's 6th Birthday for weeks!  He had an early party with friends and family a couple of weeks ago, which was a ton of fun!  Here's the birthday boy with his cake ...



... a freshly baked banana cake filled with cream and bananas, dusted with cocoa powder and decorated in a 2 minute frenzy while the guests were outside taking turns to launch a rocket (a pump action toy from National Geographic).  I'd forgotten to look for the birthday candle box, but Elijah didn't seem worried.

We had another cake on his actual birthday, shared with new friends (a home schooling family from Darwin who are traveling in a caravan for over a year ... we met them at our church conference on the weekend).  How exciting to have them visit our home and hear about their adventures, which are just like the dream we're working towards!  I'm sure we could've talked for a week.

Here's Elijah on his new bike yesterday ... we took it out the front and he just jumped right on and took off!  Not even a wobble.  That was a cool moment!  He wasn't expecting a bike either, which made it even sweeter.


Since Pete was home I grabbed my bike and took Elijah for a spin down to the park.  Being mid-week, we had the place to ourselves, and went silly trying out the BMX jumps.  Pete helped Jasmine adjust Elijah's old bike to her liking (attaching her pink bell and doll carrier, and putting the training wheels back on).

It's been a GREAT couple of weeks celebrating this birthday.  Now we're swinging into action for Jasmine's 5th birthday, soon to be upon us.  Jasmine was born when Elijah was 1 year and 10 days old.  She's enjoyed making his birthday special, and I'm so glad for her that her turn is now here!

While I can't believe they're already 6 and almost 5, it's so incredibly wonderful to think about their lives so far, and to snuggle in the love we share.  Sure there's conflict and stubborn standoffs and selfishness, in all of us, but above all it's just TOO amazing, such a privilege to be their Mum.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Comfort Zone

I have completely escaped and annihilated my comfort zone!

Just minutes ago I posted a message on our local homeschooling proboard inviting people to a group I have invented!  I CAN go a little overboard when I imagine possibilities.  But instead of a space age homeschoolers drop-in mega-centre (which i actually had a dream about), this is the Fun Brain Institute (I like the acronym).  Meeting for 3 hours once a fortnight in a local hall.  I ran it by a few friends at the park yesterday, who liked the idea, so I've put it up for comment.  Hope we get a few keen families to join us (The Mad Professor and her Apprentices).   It should be heaps of fun!

Shy?  Quiet?  Would like to be invisible?
Usually that's me, but there's another me who loves a creative outlet.  This is the ME that's only pretending to be grown up.  Life and learning are meant to be fun.  I'm excited!

I need some sleep, so I'll share more about this another time.

Vanessa
(thought it's about time to sign my name!)

P.S.  I am still sane.  This is just the 'fun' me showing through!  A bit giddy with the thrill of doing something dangerous (well not that spectacular, only telling a hundred people my idea).

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Inspiration

I seem to be easily inspired ... there's always something on my mind making me daydream.  This is a long post, very personal, with a little task for you at the end.  At the moment I'm inspired by:

*  Attempting to grow some of our own food.  So far we have 7 productive citrus trees, 3 baskets of cherry tomatoes, 1 strawberry plant and some accidental mint.  It's a small start, but I'm trying to take good care of the plants and learn what they need, so hopefully they'll live long enough to feed us!  I'm endlessly inspired by http://urbanhomestead.org/journal/ which shows me endless possibilities for our small yard, and my friend Karen at   http://ourlifelearningjourney.blogspot.com/who is also starting from scratch, though somewhat more zealously!

*  Eradicating the excessive ant population from my garden.  I'm not proud of this goal (I feel sorry for the ants being evicted or killed), but there's the truth.  If I'm to succeed in gardening there have to be less biting bugs!

*  Finding my own eclectic balance in the home education and unschooling continuum.  I like the ideas at  http://sandradodd.com/strewing.  I also like http://melissawiley.com/blog/2007/11/16/the-tidal-homeschooling-master-list/ and http://www.nheri.org/NHERI-Research.html.  There are so many choices and I'm always finding new ideas, but my main aim is to keep tailoring our home school to my children, enjoy my own ongoing education, encourage and serve others, love life and be led by God.

*  My children.  Their spontaneous expression and improvisation in music, dance and song, the stories they tell as they are playing cars, dolls, family and animal role play, shops, chefs and cafes, Bible heroes, kings and princesses.  

*  Watching less TV and not missing it.  We only get NBN and ABC1, having not spent money on a decent aerial or set top box, and have cut down from very little to next to nothing.  Over the years I find more shows boring, annoying or immoral.  Not that I'm perfect, but I want to dwell on nice things, not crime shows.  Not to mention the ads shown even as we watch the weather at 6:50pm, having to quickly turn it off if the kids are in the room.  Shows we sometimes enjoy are Landline, The Secret Millionaire, The New Inventors.  

*  Having the Bible to guide my choices in books, movies, music etc.  Philippians 4:8
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

*  Continuing to consciously raise our children the best way we can.  I don't want to raise them in a bubble, and there are plenty of instances where I'll let them take risks and learn from their mistakes.  I'm happy to discuss their choices and debate issues with them (as a firm believer that 4 and 5 year olds are quite capable of intelligent discussion). But I also think it's my responsibility to protect them from too-early exposure to excessive evil in the media, shops, books etc.  http://www.kf2bk.com/help.htm goes some way towards the action we would like to see much more of, in relation to a wider movement of protecting children in general.

*  Living with less ... I love filling bags with excess clothing, toys etc for the op shop.  But no matter how much I give away we still seem to have much more than we need.  As evidenced by the next point ...

*  Organising what we do have ... it's an ongoing challenge to keep our books, art supplies and other 'stuff' in such a way that it is tidy, readily accessible but not in the way.  We have 4 sets of shelves lining the garage walls, where things (like sports gear, paints, floor puzzles or sewing gear) are packed in boxes ready to grab as needed.   A pantry cupboard in the garage houses my teaching resources, future workbooks and books the kids are not quite ready for.  Another in the sunroom has stationery, worksheets, readers, maths manipulatives, games, flashcards, puzzles and more.  An open shelf holds work boxes, textbooks, textas, frequently used craft supplies, whiteboards, art scrapbooks, and the CD player.  More board games and toys are stashed in the linen press, kids rooms and TV unit.  Then there's the main bookshelf, with sections for fiction, non-fiction and teacher resources.  And the kids each have a shelf in their rooms with their personal favourites.  Yikes!  

*  Cooking.  I really love baking desserts, cakes, slices, pancakes and cookies, but then they need to be eaten.  Uh oh.  So the kids and I do that as a treat sometimes, especially when we have the opportunity to take them somewhere to share.  I also like cooking stir fries with rice or noodles, pasta bake, homemade pizza and cutting up fruit platters.  I'm not so familiar but getting braver with roasts, casseroles, soups, pies and pastries.  It's all fun.  I try to keep it a bit healthy, and limit the sugar and artificial additives.  We go through a ton of fruit each week, but need to eat more veges and always wish we used even less pre-packaged food.

*  Cleaning.  It's never finished, and it's a living home, but I feel happier when the house is reasonably tidy, the bathroom cleaned, washing done and floor vacuumed.  We need to repaint some walls, and I'm usually behind in window cleaning.  I positively dream about the next day when I'll have my carpets professionally cleaned (it would've been this month if we hadn't come home to a dead hot water system, finally replaced yesterday for over $1000!)

*  Aboriginal heritage ... we've discovered there may be some, a few generations ago in my husband's family tree, but it's proving hard to access all the records to confirm it.  I wish it was in my blood!  I've always loved learning about Aboriginal land, culture, art and so on, and feel a real affinity, but my grandparents quite certainly come from Holland, England and Germany.  I don't envy the myriad problems our Indigenous people are experiencing, and hope the future sees a lot of improvement.  This is a fascinating story unfolding.


If you're still reading, congratulations on your stamina!  I can get carried away.  There's plenty of other things I'm excited about ... outreaching, charities, travel, art, books and more, but I'm sure you've heard enough about me for one day.  Why not drop me a list or blog link of what you're inspired by this year? 


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The many faces of me ...

(from journal Jan 2009)

I am a writer, journalist, journal-keeper, list maker ...

I am a teacher, student, researcher, bookworm ...

I am a dreamer, thinker, problem solver, mathematician, puzzler ...

I love painting abstract scenes and dreams on canvas, sketching designs for kid's rooms and cubby houses, inventing new toys, drafting house plans ...

I am a wife, sister, mother, child, friend, neighbour ...

I am an angel waiting in the wings, walking in the Spirit, ready for the invitation to meet my Lord in Heaven ...

I am an obsessive reader, library frequent flyer, bookshop browser, internet trawler ...

I am a swimmer, bike rider, hiker, dancer, climber, driver ...

On any day, I might be dreamy, smart, whimsical, sensible, cautious, imaginative, creative, forgetful ...

I am myself and I am becoming me.  

I'm glad 
to be alive 
today, 
in a place 
where I can choose 
which me to be today, 
and can 
follow my dreams.