Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Until the day breaks let us think...

Making them mind.


Dec 4

Children need a variety of methods to make them mind.  Do not exasperate them”. The use of one method exclusively definitely hardens the conscience to the other forms of listening.  Their minds turn off from one or the other.  We must intersperse entreaty with command and illusion, Etc.   different ways for them to know that it is in heir best interest to do as they are told.  They aren’t dogs and the tone of voice that is strong commands should be reserved for the sharpest of corrections.  Yeah should be taught  to gentle speech as much as gentle touches.   Don’t hit and don’t yell without serious cause or serious consequences!
Mary Mary quite contrary how are your children fed….breast fed, hand fed, spoon fed, pouch fed,  does it really matter?

Is your dog hand fed? Does it matter? Habits of politeness and habits of culture used to matter a good deal. Perhaps not so much anymore.  But I think it should…

I was behind the times about the pouch feeding craze.. My first pouch feeding mommy must have thought me a barbarian not to have known how to hand such a pouch to the baby and let them at it.  I laugh to think what I said, I am not familiar with pouch feeding.  She had to show me the way to open it and it took a week before I felt comfortable handing it to baby.   I couldn’t write about it at the time.  I felt ignorant.  I felt old. Etc,etc.   

I was and still am an advocate of breast feeding, if you can.  Children can thrive on lots of different kinds of foods, but the physical bonding that happens with breast feeding is immeasurable.  It is the most human of sympathies that forms between mom and baby.  No one can break that between you.  You actually feel together for that small moment of time in the world.  Learning to know that biting causes pain to another and that mother is human, are lessons that go with you and are initiated at the breast.  There are many lessons to baby and mommy.  

The story of Mowgli is the story of a child left to the wolves to rear and to  socialize.  A wild child has never felt the swaddling of being in the arms and looking eye to eye when fed.  The possibility of this child growing into a socialized human, might be slim.  The lesson of wildly training children is the anticipation of a break down in culture.  A dog eat dog world where social mores are passé and biblical mores are a myth.   We start at the breast.  God says can a mother forget her nursing child?

If her breasts are aching and there is crying going on in the next room, will she walk out of the door hardened to the cry of her little one?  She might.  But God is not like that.  He tells us. Try to imagine the depth of care that this is… Far fetched indeed, because we have instructed women to quench the call of their children for their own pursuits and acceptance.  There is no winning in that kind of culture.  Babies are crying mothers are crying and we are wondering why?  Where is the sanity of it?

Spoiled? Perhaps the children are?  Talked to.  Expecting personal considerations and real relationships in this short life. Definitively.

Mowgli or Romulus and Remus

The rearing of little wolves might be a necessity to a developing culture, but it certainly isn’tGods letter of intention for us. We were meant to be human. We were meant to be able to imagine the love of a really devoted mother who could never forget us and thus reason from scripture about her more intimate Eternal counterpart.  We were meant to love God and our mothers and not devour the earth, as wolves might be wont to do.



















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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.