Here is an old post I wrote last March that I guess I never got around to pushing the “Publish” button for!! Continue reading
Category: kids
This post is an interview with Arlo Rocket Curry. Age 8 1/2 on March 12, 2013.
Me: Hi Arlo, how are you?
Arlo: Good.
Me: Should we tell everyone we are doing this interview in silence?
Arlo: No….
Me: hmm, well but we are… so, lets tell everyone why…
Arlo: Because it’s Nyepi….
Class 2B took a field trip to Agro Wisata, the local silk worm farm……
We set out from the class around 9am; followed the road down to the river, past the “holy spring” and up into the village of Sibang Kaja.
The pros and cons of travel with kids ages 6, 10 and 15? Continue reading
On my last post I told you all of the full moons walks we took on the farm back home in NC. Many of you were excited to join us on our walks this year journaling our experiences over the 12 moons of 2011. Here are some of yours and mine…. Continue reading
The winter Silas was about 8 or 9 (I think) and Zeb around 4, I came across a book called When The Moon is Full by Frances Hamerstrom. In the book Frances describes full moon walks with her kids over the course of a year. What a beautiful way to spend time together discovering the night I thought. The awe and mystery that the nighttime held for her children was contagious. We decided to keep a similar journal of the 13 full moons that would grace our skies that year. The boys were thrilled with idea of a special walk each month, staying up late and exploring the mysterious nighttime. Continue reading
The air felt cool on my shoulders as we weaved through the rice fields to the beach, a leaf floated across our path and my mind drifted back to fall days at home. Continue reading
On Saturday we loaded up the two motorbikes with surf boards and suncream and headed to the beach.. Silas driving me on one bike and Phee and the boys on the other.
Happy kids, perfect weather a beach chair , a good book and a cold drink! Continue reading
Little Hands, Big Imagination……..
Laying in the dark bunk as the train rattles through the night I am different. I have left a part of myself behind but I have taken something back with me….
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