Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Last Sunday, our minister, gently reminded, that God's call is today- whether it be for a career change, the new city to live in that has been resting on your heart, mending a relationship, a calling spiritually-your life presenting itself, presently. Take notice and sew it into your day, now. This message resonated, and deeply. I feel this calling, and this message of today is and has been dwelling, or I should say I have been saying soon, when the list, the everyday list, is finished. The list that becomes the vice; an excuse. At every urge to explore more creatively, to do rather than dream, I wave my own list in my face and push up against the last minute, hoping that the very last minute will be enough time to explore my own curiosity of creativity. But it never is. So I have to just begin, even when it doesn't makes sense or come together exactly envisioned. I finally confess to myself that the anxious feeling I have of time slipping by is only from not doing rather than doing so much. Or rather, it's time slipping by from not doing what I feel a deep tug towards. This feeling is physical. Do what you love- the message reverberates, the message is louder. I feel it in the shock of my alarm when all is still dark, when all is still slumbering in dreams, healing, restoring, growing. I feel it on a walk surrounded by all those vibrant, brilliant colors, even grey, sometimes especially grey.
I day dream about creative exploration. I collect things for it, not knowing what they are for, maybe a practice in keeping a collection of my wanderings and visualizations. What is this hold I have over what I feel so strongly for? What am I trying to control or keep from myself? Little by little, just try. I say just try, and try again until I just feel ease, peace, calm. I've started again...today it's here. A few weeks ago it was with paint. Again tomorrow begins, and it is another TODAY. Answer the calling.
Posted by Cayden at 2:56 PM
Monday, July 23, 2012
pajamas, piano..and oh yes, skates!
oh, her wee feet...love.
...I love her so.
When I was pregnant with Korlyn I would imagine how she might be as a little girl, like sweet, calm, gentle.
She is all of those things, completely.
She loves to snuggle, hug, fall asleep on my lap, put lotion on my legs, put her dolls to sleep under the covers.
This sweet girl cries at the sight of other's tears.
What I so gratefully get to witness is that she's also...
really funny, opinionated, emotional- and will
tell you exactly how she feels and how you made her feel:)
I think her sensitivity is wonderful, and I always want to support this in her because I feel it is a beautiful trait to embrace in life.
Even if it is really hard to work through these emotional moments with her.
Sometimes I even feel like I am the kid and she is the adult because she tells me just what to do:). I try to be really understanding of her frustrations, sometimes I am not so good at this and get overwhelmed, yet I think I am really good at returning to our "moments" and am able to calmly talk about our feelings.
Also, she loves to wrestle with her Daddy and Cole, sing, make up words, put on makeup and...
This girl loves people-hug, talk, ask questions, make jokes, dance.
She's a people person like her Daddy.
I'm really shy and she just opens up in the presence of others. Love this about her...so much.
I love you Korlyn...you wake my smile
Posted by Cayden at 12:52 AM
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
I reflected on everything I had done, and thought, or thought I knew, and I allowed myself to be open to what others had studied and written about public schooling, and about how children learn, and about being equitable and fighting for the story of each child. I shared ideas that I was proud of, ones that kind of shocked me about myself and some that I shudder at because I thought I may have come across, to some, in unintended ways.
I sat in classes where I felt friendship and trust and others in which I felt insecure. I sat like a child does among the cliques and ideas, kinship and insecurity and I realized that these ways of community do not change, but that instead, I have grown deeper inside, and so I know myself deeper and understand how to communicate better, and how to accept difference.
I felt pulled apart and put back together.
I was tired, but refreshed with a new direction to venture towards.
As part of my coursework we spent a great amount of time in our writings using the practice of reflection. After I finished student teaching, I kind of just stopped doing so outwardly, onto paper. I kind of shut off the faucet of letting it all pour out. After a period of shifting away from school and back into a new routine of children out of school for summer and finding a teaching position I once again realize the power of reflection and how recording my thoughts it is a vital compass to directing me back to my best self, over and over again.
There was a period right after I finished student teaching that I felt like I was facing myself from two years ago, before school. I can’t quite describe it, but I felt like I was staring at a blank version of myself. I questioned if anything had really sunk in. I felt like all the knowledge was slowly slipping away; I couldn’t figure out how to transition, or let it guide me to take the next step. I felt I suddenly had to learn something new, to create; to keep the momentum going. I didn’t know what to do though, until a great storm and some simple acknowledgement helped me transition.
Part of this unsteady shift from school to idle has been soothed by what is seen in these photos-tree branches, watercolor boats and of course these silly, sweet, wild souls. I will share more about what I have been making with the branches and boats as I finish. It’s simple, but has helped me revive my creative energy in new and unexpected ways.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
I feel I am walking out of a shell, as I finish graduate school and venture into the culture of teaching and learning with young children. I feel different, yet more attuned with myself. There is about to be great change, but I feel I have direction. Grateful for the depth my life has gone this past two years. This week will be devoted to reflecting over this process as I create my portfolio and I just know it will be a powerful time spent in reflection of my whole self.
Posted by Cayden at 1:52 PM
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Although it is past the first of August I think it will be really enjoyable to take part in The August Break, starting the eve before we transition once again into a new school year~walking away from the leisure and spontaneity of summer and into the newness of school~acquainting with unfamiliar people, rekindling friendships paused; as well as being reintroduced to how to grip learning new concepts. So here we are, photos and print, as we start with a more succinct understanding of how to live in joy with the life we've created here-though it will surely change again.
Posted by Cayden at 9:34 PM