Perhaps one of the tests of adulthood is the way in which we cope when we realize life isn't turning out the way we planned. I have, I confess, clearly failed this test of adulthood. However, as I realize it is a test, I am willing to keep my humor bone tuned to the obvious pratfall that my life has become. Rudolf Steiner, philosopher, once suggested that adulthood contains many moments where it seems we have personally placed an object on our own roof that will fall on our own heads!

For me this falling debris takes the form of people. These people continue to "behave" in ways that inspire me to "misbehave".
Some of these humans persist in the notion that I will not explode in fury when they continue to wave around the knife of irresponsibility. Some of them pat me on the back as I weep and then when the tears have duly evaporated begin anew their petition for the walking unconscious.

It is all a bit too much for a firebrand like myself. And living in Singapore doesn't help when all one needs is a break from the smithy's furnace.

This Post may be a downer but I am smiling:

And just when you thought the water was safe, from Tuesday’s International Herald Tribune,
“In a remote reach of the Gulf of Mexico, nearly 200 miles from shore, a floating oil platform thrusts its tentacles deep into the ocean like a giant steel octopus.
The $3 billion rig, called *Perdido, can pump oil from dozens of wells nearly two miles, or about three kilometers, under the sea while simultaneously drilling new ones.
It is part of a wave of ultra deep platforms-all far more sophisticated than the rig that was used to drill the ill-fated BP well that blew up in April.”

And about the thousands of Iraqis who worked on behalf of the US and whose lives are threatened as we end operations in Iraq in the article, “Abandoned in Baghdad”.

It seems to me today that in addition to not trusting the corporate greed machine, it is also hard to trust the governing powers that be. And although it is disheartening to note that Wall Street is increasingly reluctant to work with the current administration it is true that until we can govern ourselves (our own personal greed, and selfishness) we will never be able to govern others. And this is the hardest nut to crack.

My husband is the biggest pessimist I know and I am constantly reminding him about “having a YES mind”. But he has a point. No one is willing to make the sacrifice that is necessary to pull it together. So we wait. Until it all falls apart. And we start over.

*Perdido means lost or hopeless.

Or you could think about it this way, the game just got harder. We are now being asked to choose,
"Easy convenient life-and eventual decrease of quality of life"
or
"Consciousness and service without thanks- and true evolution"

HAHAHA! I am laughing because I totally go for the first option while screaming at everyone else for avoiding the second one.

I just embarrassed our housekeeper by yelling (over the wall) at our neighbor's housekeeper,
"G**! You've got to stop the dogs barking! Every night when I sit down to eat they go at it! (pause) Take them for a walk for gosh sakes!"

Our housekeeper told me her whole face blushed when she heard me. But really. The neighbor's housekeeper is a nice young woman but she rarely takes the two dogs out for a walk and because of this, they bark when they are let outside in the yard. And we are all right next to each other so it is easy to hear the dogs Woofing away. To be fair, most of the dogs in the neighborhood are neglected in this way. They are lucky to get out of the house to go relieve themselves. And this is because one can't expect the housekeeper to cherish a dog the way an owner does (or should).

It is not a very nice detail of expat life.

No sir. I don't like it. Not one bit.

The Youth Olympic Games are over and I am afraid I don't have anything to say about it. I wasn't really interested partly because the focus here in Singapore always seems to be about children performing, competing and "winning" instead of being children. That said, when I was working as a teacher in my homeland, every year in spring marked our school's annual Greek Olympic Games, a Fifth Grade event.

As part of their study of ancient Greek history and mythology, the entire class organizes a pentathlon of events and has the opportunity to spend the day with their counterparts from Waldorf’s sister schools. The 5th graders from the schools mix into Greek city states and offer music, poetry and dance in addition to the athletic events. Recognition in these events is given for grace and form as well as for speed or distance.

Now couldn't the Youth Olympics do something like this? Offer a world view of cultures? Recognize grace, good sportsmanship and form?

Oh mean mommy why do you come here?

Because I am the doer and the sayer of all things "baby".
But I just wanted to stay up later.
Yes and I just wanted another sangria but
some things are just fine
to wait for another time.

Today was a day that Booty decided to "get angry".
She was angry because she didn't want to go to bed.
So she kicked me and started screaming "NO!"
So I decided maybe she was too tired for a bath.

Oh ho! Not fair! More screaming and fit pitching.
Are you ready for story?
Anger.No!!!!! I want a bath!

Oh ok no story.
Upsetness all around.
Yes we are very cruel indeed.
Oh mean mommy why do you come?
To sit with you in the dark while we calm down
and talk about the things that concern us.
That is, all things "baby".

Oh mommy you are the monster I love.

Everybody is a star
Who can rain, chase the dust away
Everybody wants to shine
Ooh, come out on a cloudy day
'Til the sun that loves you proud
When the system tries to bring you down
Every hand to shine tonight
You don't need darkness to do what you think is right

Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Everybody is a star
I can feel it when you shine on me
I love you for who you are
Not the one you feel you need to be
Ever catch a falling star
Ain't no stopping 'til it's in the ground
Everybody is a star
One big circle going round and round

Introduction to Form Drawing

What is Form Drawing? It is the expression of an inner movement. The drawing itself is an echo of our own inner process of movement. At times when our thinking is mobile the forms metamorphose. If we can teach ourselves how to draw forms that represent the human being in the cosmos we can keep our thinking transformative and create solutions and harmony in the world.
We can start out simple like in this drawing of a circle turning inside out.



Move on to patterns and knots (above)



And Perspective (differing views of the same pattern)

Hungry Ghost Again!

It is Hungry ghost season again.
I realized this when I looked out behind our house to see these men burning stacks of funny paper. Later I realized this is called Joss paper, or ghost money. Good for the ghosts of our ancestors who need this particular currency to be able to go out and buy an ice cream or something in the afterworld.

WHAT A PITY KULULA DOESN'T FLY INTERNATIONALLY - WE SHOULD SUPPORT THEM IF ONLY FOR THEIR HUMOUR - SO TYPICALLY SOUTH AFRICAN.


Kulula is an Airline with head office situated in Johannesburg ...Kulula airline attendants make an effort to make the in-flight "safety lecture" and announcements a bit more entertaining. Here are some real examples that have been heard or reported:

On a Kulula flight, (there is no assigned seating, you just sit where you want) passengers were apparently having a hard time choosing, when a flight attendant announced, "People, people we're not picking out furniture here, find a seat and get in it!"

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On another flight with a very "senior" flight attendant crew, the pilot said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached cruising altitude and will be turning down the cabin lights. This is for your comfort and to enhance the appearance of your flight attendants."

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On landing, the stewardess said, "Please be sure to take all of your belongings.. If you're going to leave anything, please make sure it's something we'd like to have."

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"There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of this airplane."

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"Thank you for flying Kulula. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."

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As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at Durban Airport , a lone voice came over the loudspeaker: "Whoa, big fella. WHOA!"

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After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in the Karoo , a flight attendant on a flight announced, "Please take care when opening the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as hell everything has shifted."

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From a Kulula employee: " Welcome aboard Kulula 271 to Port Elizabeth...To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seat belt; and, if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised."

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"In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child travelling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are travelling with more than one small child, pick your favourite."

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Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but we'll try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and remember, nobody loves you, or your money, more than Kulula Airlines."

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"Your seats cushions can be used for flotation; and in the event of an emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with ourncompliments."

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"As you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses." ---o0o---

And from the pilot during his welcome message: "Kulula Airlines is pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight!"

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Heard on Kulula 255 just after a very hard landing in Cape Town : The flight attendant came on the intercom and said, "That was quite a bump and I know what y'all are thinking. I'm here to tell you it wasn't the airline's fault, it wasn't the pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight attendant's fault, it was the asphalt."

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Overheard on a Kulula flight into Cape Town , on a particularly windy and bumpy day: During the final approach, the Captain really had to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the Flight Attendant said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Mother City. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts fastened while the Captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!"

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Another flight attendant's comment on a less than perfect landing: "We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."

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An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, smile, and give them a "Thanks for flying our airline. He said that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment.

Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said, "Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Why, no Ma'am," said the pilot. "What is it?" The little old lady said, "Did we land, or were we shot down?"

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After a real crusher of a landing in Johannesburg , the attendant came on with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.."

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Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today.. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of Kulula Airways."

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Heard on a Kulula flight. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to smoke, the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing.. If you can light 'em, you can smoke 'em."

I have a letter from one of the parents of a student (now graduated) I have kept for almost ten years now. This student was one of my favorites. A real sweet boy. This letter from his lovely mother helps to remind me to stay humble. And positive. It isn't easy to read but I do it from time to time not to get down on myself but to avoid making the same mistake again. Or at least if I do, to try to see it in the moment and balance the situation.

Hi Miss H,
Just a quick note to share some recent observations that I got from Lief's view (not directly observed by me!)-

Comment: "So you guys (to his sister) get root beer floats after your play- all we do is get yelled at."
Comment: "Well, Miss H told Deklan and Jon she would put duct tape on their mouths if they didn't stop talking. That stuff is hard to rip off!"

I share this as a snapshot of my sense that Lief (and perhaps others in the class) is experiencing an increasing vulnerability and need for your assurance. I support your high standards and expectations and believe they are important. My only hope is that lightness and joy do not get sacrificed. Lief for one, really benefits when he hears someone say he's done something well... So just a reminder, humbly offered- please try to catch them doing something right- I think it will make it easier to hear the constructive feedback.

Sincerely,
Augustine

Note* Names have been changed.

I am really happy I took the job to work with the two homeschooling girls from England. They are so brilliant and I feel so lucky to have them as students. It is such a joy to teach them and in a way I feel I am not such a good teacher as it is the students I have who are guided by very (in my perception) conscious parents that I seem to connect with the most. The easy ones!

Short Rick sha movie from bombay. Hope it isn't too bumpy.

From the article
"Don't abolish the Death Sentence in Singapore!"
Yahoo! user Sah said, “The death penalty should be given, in order to maintain law and order. Those who choose to break the law will have to bear the responsibility and consequences. Face it, there is no shortcut in life.”

Ah, isn't execution sort of, um a shortcut in life?

The coconut

Shortly after our arrival in Singapore we discovered two relatively cheap fruits, the honey mango and the thai coconut.
The honey mango is a sweet mango that has an almost razor thin core and melts in your mouth without any of the stringy qualities of other mango. Thai coconut is larger than the monkey head coconuts and is green and gives a large quantity of soft, sweet coconut and lovely water.Our helper buys our coconuts in the morning, cracks them open and serves the coconut and the water with our breakfast.

I have been eating coconut for lunch for the last month. Solo. There is always coconut left over for me at lunch time. So, I eat coconut. I was surprised to see after doing a little research how much the coconut offers.

Check it out!
Coconut Research Center

I think it qualifies as a superfood.

The Pedestrian


It has become more and more apparent that I am a pedestrian. The longer I am without a car and not driving the more I feel the menace of cars. At every intersection a car is bearing down upon me. At every stop sign one must stop and wait for the speeding car with the driver so driven by haste.

I am the pedestrian who can see the pecking order. Trucks first. Cars. Motorcycles. Bicycles. Then people on foot. And last the creatures that are without legal representation, the cats, dogs, Iguanas, Black birds etc.

There was a post on a friend's facebook page about stupid tourists walking in the middle of the street, or "jumping out in front of my car". And I remember being there, feeling the irritation of people who walk in front of cars in India. Or when I lived in Massachusetts.

But also I remember feeling the danger of cars when riding my bike on the Cape. And the glee with which drivers would honk their horn at night to scare night bicyclists.

Each time we think of "the other" whether the other is the opposite sex, or poor (rich), or Chinese (or American) we are separating ourselves from our own selves.

Right now I am the pedestrian. Oh Creator! Help me to remember the pedestrian when I start driving again!

Will you take a walk with me,
Clucking hen, today?
There's barley in the barley fields
And hayseed in the hay.
Thank you said the clucking hen,
I've something else to do;
I'm busy sitting on my eggs,
I cannot walk with you....


Stay tuned for Playgroup story coming to our house on Friday at 930. I just finished the hen tea cozy (yes she will get to work as soon as her acting stint is done) and the little chicks and I am trying to remember all the story and songs. Seeing as I am a grades teacher I am sure there will be a few little things that aren't as "Early Childhood" as Masami or Minaz would make them. But we will surely have fun.



This week marked the first week of Kinder for Booty. She has been doing great, but as our friends predicted, is showing a little fatigue by today.



Tomorrow the girls come for math and then on Saturday I have 8-9 children signed up for Waldorf enrichment classes.



Our "Go Fish" cards

GOA! India. During Monsoon (rain) season.



The fishermen have been working on their boats and generally staying out of them during the rain.



Off to the beach although swimming has been banned in the ocean during the monsoon.



Booty's favorite highlights:
The cave pool, dosas, the white rabbit, running in the rain, playing tag on the beach, riding in the golf cart, building a "fire" on the beach and finding things (like this moray eel) washed up on the shore.





The lobby of The Leela in Goa is palatial. Pictured above, the ceiling of the lobby. The resort itself is in some ways like all the other resorts we have stayed in. They seem to follow the same theme. This one, however is quite spread out and has a large antique art collection. Booty wasn't subdued by it and climbed up when she saw an opportunity.

This is the last picture taken of Missy who passed into kitty heaven today. She enjoyed the cool rain. Came inside and quickly seizured and passed on. H arrived home as she was gasping her last breathe.
Booty was not really able to grasp what was happening and insisted that I read her a story. As H sat with his dear friend of 19 years I read to Booty. It was the hardest read so far in my life.
Missy was all that.
Sweet. Soft (she never got yucky). And selfless.
I think she knew that she needed to wait until H got home. And she tried.
Dearest girl. Not aloof at all like some cats. But attentive. We really don't know how we will move on.
oxoxoxoooMissy!

Excerpt from Interview for Singapore Women's Weekly Magazine:


Hi

My name is Vincent Soh and I am writing an article on childhood education and development in Singapore for Singapore Women's Weekly Magazine.

I am interested in your unique Waldorf Steiner program. I have some questions that I hope your principal, director or a representative could reply to.


1. What do you think is the most important element of the program design in successful childhood development?

There may not be one “most important element” of our program but the one that comes to mind when I think of what Waldorf Education offers is the training, attitude and development of the teacher. Waldorf teachers believe that their students are human beings with capacities of the mind, body, soul and spirit, which are educated by those very same capacities within the teacher. Waldorf teachers do not follow a formula for teaching. They follow the requirements of their students’ development. Because of this it is necessary for the teacher to have ongoing personal and professional development in the form of research, mentoring, interaction with parents and inner spiritual practice.

2. What would be some of the unique activities or teaching methods?

Rudolf Steiner, the founder of Waldorf pedagogy, taught us that the human being develops first the body, then the life forces, then the emotional forces, intellectual forces and finally the spirit forces. It follows then that the activities and methods of teaching would help these “forces” to develop as they become realized in the child. In the early years music, rhythm, play, and physical activities that occur in the home are “taught”, in the primary school years artistic activities (painting, claywork, drawing, writing, knitting, woodwork) are taught in harmony with teaching of number qualities and Language arts. By middle school and through secondary education the foundations of this education allows for a deeper relationship to learning and the students have developed an ability and keen interest in more disciplined artistic work and study of history through biography, construction of Platonic solids, clothing design, architecture, philosophy, Theories behind the laws of Physics through experimentation and so on.

3. How does this program specifically nurture independent and creative thinkers? What else can parents expect their children to take away?

Every Waldorf educated graduate I know is a confident thinker and activist who knows how to listen and to solve problems. These are “out of the box” thinkers. Though probably not the best bean counters.

4. How can parents reinforce the lessons learned at the classes?

Parents can remove as much media and technology from their children as they can until their children understand how these devices operate and how advertisers that use these technologies target audiences to sell products that may not serve the health of the planet. This kind of understanding doesn’t develop in children until they are past puberty. Also if parents can spend time doing things with their children like physical activities or artistic activities instead of passive activities (in front of a screen) the quality of the family life increases and the child’s connection to the home and the world increases.

5. Anything you might like to add concerning the strengths of Waldorf Steiner education?

When parents ask me if it is fair to keep their children away from the “real world” by signing on to the Waldorf philosophy I have to laugh a little. What we are calling the real world today is largely a world designed to deceive. I believe that if people just made the decision to spend time with their brilliant children and the incredible people around them they would be convinced that the real world is within the human being and our ability to see beauty and goodness in the life that surrounds us. The material world is just one small part of the "real" world. There is so much more out here and it is so fascinating! Waldorf education inspires us to discover things that are not obvious. This makes life fun!



Elizabeth Doshi is an experienced Waldorf teacher from the United States. Mrs. Doshi has taught Waldorf education as a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th grade teacher and has lead Waldorf camp for children aged 6-9. She has handwork experience ( knitting, crotcheting, dollmaking, felting, weaving, sewing etc.) and specializes in form drawing, drama, music and the manual arts . Currently Mrs. Doshi is teaching Waldorf Encrichment classes for children ages 6-11 and hopes that Waldorf education will “sing” in Singapore. Perhaps you will join her in making this joyful wish come true. For more information on the Waldorf Education talk series beginning in August please contact waldorfstein@yahoo.com.sg

Well. Booty isn't ready to share me with anyone quite yet. For two days I have tried to go over to Joo Chiat to help my friend with her beautiful twins. She is here for another week with her grown daughter and the babies on their way back to Australia. Booty would have none of me focusing on the tiny, tinies or even trying to spend some time catching up with their mumma. Lucky that her daughter is here to help so my assistance was really intended for mom to get a quick cat nap or food break. But it was not to be. Still, look at that beautiful mom and one of her magical babies.

Newborns can be breathtaking. Really.

Booty's favorite short film makes her laugh every time

But I am the “Doer”!
Living with a Live In Helper


For some time I have been wanting to write about this delicate subject, “Living with a Live In Helper” but have been afraid of sounding ungrateful or elitist or one of those adjectives describing the Odious and the Wealthy. But now I feel like I need to because it is such a big part of our life and also because I have been in our helper’s shoes and I feel like I can be somewhat fair.

Most people I know back home don’t have live in help and may have some ideas about what it is like or what it means. For one, when you live in Singapore it doesn’t mean you are rich. It only means that when you researched the options you discovered that it is more cost effective to hire someone to live in your home and work full-time than it is to hire someone for, lets say, 12 hours a week.

When we lived in California, we hired someone to clean once a week. She also offered to care for Booty. If we had hired her to do both for 15 hours a week we would have paid what we pay now for roughly 60 hours a week of cooking, shopping, gardening, cleaning and childcare.

The second misunderstanding is that if you have a live-in it means you have less to worry about. This isn’t true for me as I feel that I have another person to care for. Is she getting enough to eat? Is she rested enough? Does she miss her family? Does she need to hang out more with her friends? Does she have enough spending money? Am I too hard on her? Too soft? Can I be clearer about what we need? Imagine having an employee that doesn’t work at your place of employment but in your home with your child and your personal “stuff”.

Singapore may be one of the only places on earth where one can find this kind of affordable help in a fully functional city, but what are the other hidden costs?

For our helper the cost is her privacy and her independence. She depends upon us for her health care, for the food that she is “allowed” to eat, her social life (if she gets one) and for her ability to stay in this country and work so that she can send money to her family.

While I know that MB (her initials) is treated better than most helpers, certainly better than all of my friend’s helpers, it doesn’t keep me from examining my behavior around her employment. There are times that I am just plain “weird” about things, stupid things like when she makes food for herself and heats up left overs for us. Or her inability to dry the bathroom floor no matter what I say, or her strange lack of precision with bed making, mopping, dusting, and laundry. But what can I, within reason, complain about? Nothing really, except one thing that is beyond MB’s control. And that is our privacy.

MB knows that when I am stressed out I become a fanatic about everything. She knows what my H and I fight about. She does our laundry for heaven’s sake and when you are caring for a family the way she cares for our family she knows stuff about us. More stuff about us than we know about her. And I think this is what my old boss had a problem with when I took care of her family of 6 children. When you take someone in to live with your family, you are taking them INTO your family and they are changing the identity of the family.

Booty considers MB as one would consider an Aunt. She is a family member who deserves honor. But what is tricky is that H sees her totally differently, (having grown up with “servants”) and so do I.

I think of MB as a young, dependent niece or someone who “doesn’t know better” or who isn’t ready to be challenged intellectually. I have tried to invite MB to the table to eat with us. I have encouraged her to enroll in adult education classes that we would help pay for. I have invited her to watch movies with me. Or to go shopping with me. Rarely does she take me up on the offer. But does this mean she is not my equal? Why would that be so?

Who is really in control? And what is it that is challenging for me who has everything? Once again I run up against these ideas of “status” in the home. And it has made me realize that at this seemingly absurd time in my life when it seems all my peers are growing into their creative” peak”, I am feeling like a total anomaly. I know who I think I am AND I know that this idea (of who I am) is not entirely true.

Having a live-in helper doesn’t do what I supposed it would. Instead of making me feel empowered to do the things I didn’t have time for before it reminds me of the things I made time for despite chores piling up. And I am not speaking of the ability to do my teaching work. I am speaking of the whole “live in” situation. It works upon the will very strongly when you have someone always “doing” for you. And yet if I can call upon my higher forces to do what is being asked of me regardless of my privilege, I could really “do” something myself.

The deeper question for me at this time is,

Despite ALL you have been given,
Despite what you think you know
And despite the ideas you carry about who you are,
Can you accept what is present here and act upon what is needed now?

I have been fighting the tide. In an effort to keep Booty out of her "head" I have been encouraging more playing and creating (painting, drawing, building, cooking, cleaning, pretending...) and less reading. I have failed, miserably. And so, in the spirit of, "if you can't beat 'em join 'em " I have purchased some books that I feel are appropriate. At this time Booty's favorite books are:



"Bigmomma's" and "Shortcuts" by Donald Crews
These are two seperate stories but they take place at the same time in the author's life and are wonderfully illustrated.



Come on Rain by Karen Hesse and Jon J. Muth.

Oh. By the way. The reason I do not use Booty's given name (or anyone's full name for that matter) in this blog is for privacy reasons as this is a public blog. We have already discovered how scary it can be to be recognized on the street by strangers so thanks for not posting our names.

We have bees living and working in our Chiku tree. They are making a honey comb and have been busy for the last five days. At first we thought that we were just a pit stop on route to a new hive because bees don't usually like to build their honey making establishments in such an open spot. But since they have been working away for five days now, we are assuming that they are producing SOMETHING. They are very relaxed bees and allow me to stand 2 feet away from their business without so much as a buzz. They occasionally ripple their wings across the hive and it is fun to watch them. Oh. And they are very small.

I just finished a Waldorf Arts camp with a great big bundle of joyous kids.
I hope to see these gorgeous and sweet ones soon. Tho' one of these angels is moving back to Korea I plan to gather them up again soon to play some more.

We painted almost every day. Worked with clay, felted with wool twice, made our own personal deck of "Go fish" cards, spilt lots of glue, splashed soapy water and put on orange peel "perfume".

One of our cats, Missy, is no longer eating or moving from her spot on the marble living room floor. She doesn't seem to be in a lot of pain but is not able to walk much. She is very old (19.5) and we do not want to take her to the vet for "tests". I don't care if this seems cruel to anyone. I believe that it is cruel to force the elderly into institutions and then expect them to thrive. Missy is drinking ice water (she won't drink it unless it has ice in it) and sitting up when I pet her (every few hours). She is, however, walking into Mary Beth's bathroom and urinating on the floor at night. This is her best effort.

Missy is a wonderful old girl. She is still purring when I spend time with her and seemed to enjoy the children's attentions when they arrived for and departed from camp.

Actually, I like preparing for the children to come. I guess I am a bit of a dork that way. Lining everything up. Putting things in baskets or writing children's names on water colored labels. I like to imagine that when I am telling the story it comes out like magic. And then the day comes and we are sometimes too busy doing it to remember how much is here. So much to work with!

Instead of freaking out over night before camp jitters I am eating these. There isn't a recipe because you don't need one.
Just unsweetened cocoa, dates, nuts of your choice and dried fruit if you like. I put almonds, walnuts, dried blueberries and cranberries in these and rolled some in sesame seeds. That's right. No sugar. But keep them in the freezer. They taste best cold.

It has been raining buckets today and there has been a lot of flooding on Orchard Street (the high end part of town) but I don't mind the rain at all. I can give the AC a break.

Yesterday the twins came for their math practice and we had lots of fun talking about number qualities, learning about "abundant numbers" and making free-hand geometric drawings (above).

The dates aren't definite but these are the talks I am proposing starting in the fall:

Why do children like to "doodle" and how can we make doodling into a practice that helps create inner and outer balance? Come to practice Form Drawing with a Waldorf Certified teacher and learn how to turn those free moments into opportunities to balance the life forces. We will practice form drawings for people of all ages so come with your colored pencils and explore at 3pm August 21 at WSEAS! (Note* form drawing is done without aid of any instruments.)


From the cover of "Formdrawing" by Laura Embrey-Stine and Ernst Schuberth

Are you always first in line and do you become impatient with people who are "slow"?
Do you have many interests and many friends but sometimes find yourself forgetting your appointments?
Are you most interested in good conversation and a delicious meal?
Do your friends like to share their troubles with you?
Find out what this might mean in our "personality types" study of The Four Temperaments on September 18 at 3pm (at WSEAS).

If you have young children at home it can sometimes become exhausting trying to find appropriate activities. Build a healthy foundation for development by playing Games for Developing the lower senses. Discover how Saturday, October 16 at 3pm.

"Home is where the heart is," or so they say. But lately home has become the place where our "stuff" is. And this "stuff" can sometimes keep us from what we really want, that is, connection with our family and friends in a nurturing atmosphere. What can you do to bring simplicity and encourage participation in your home and family life? Please attend this talk, Simplicity in the Home to answer this question, on Saturday, November 20 at 3pm.

This is a very BASIC round but so lovely.
I am gathering my resources for camp and hope to use this one.
For this Waldorf Craft Camp starting at our home here on Monday I have the following fun activities planned:

Games with a rope that involve shaping the rope cooperatively and jumping over it,
"Jack be nimble..."
Singing and clapping songs.
Form drawing (read drawing celtic knots) starting with spirals.
Clay with pressed leaves.
Wet on wet watercolor painting.

Bean bag games.
Wool felting colored balls with ribbons which turns them into cool comets.
And a story.

Seeing as how we are doing camp here instead of at school I pray that the Booty girl doesn't get too bent about me being here but not available. I guess it will be as it needs.

We have guests staying on Friday and Saturday night (Jake and Bella Tan) who are doing a Waldorf intro talk. I hope Jake and Bella can bring some light onto the subject as we have so many "talks" and so little actual Waldorf living here. It is a question that lives inside me. Marinating. Well, actually right now I believe it is simmering.

While searching for the perfect fairy tales for our Waldorf Craft campers I discovered the Enchanted Snake from the Green Fairy tale book which starts out:

Once upon a time...
There was once upon a time a poor woman who would have given all she possessed for a child, but she hadn't one.

Now it happened one day that her husband went to the wood to collect brushwood, and when he had brought it home, he discovered a pretty little snake among the twigs.

When Sabatella, for that was the name of the peasant's wife, saw the little beast, she sighed deeply and said, 'Even the snakes have their brood; I alone am unfortunate and have no children.' No sooner had she said these words than, to her intense surprise, the little snake looked up into her face and spoke: 'Since you have no children, be a mother to me instead, and I promise you will never repent it, for I will love you as if I were your own son.'

This made me laugh...

Lately I have come to a realization about why communication can be so difficult.
Not many really want to connect. We have all the tools in the world for "reaching out" but we prefer to sit on our computers and email at a distance. I found myself doing this today. Meeting with parents here to discuss education and to share ideas has become such a challenge because for the most part parents want one thing for themselves and another for their children. I nearly eviscerated myself trying to explain to one mom about how when a group reaches for a goal, it is necessary for everyone in the group to leave their personal desires at the door and focus on the goal, (I was not being subtle I know). I realized the best analogy would be the Goethean conversation but then she accused me of being high and mighty or not transparent enough and could I write it down in a letter for her? Maybe the following essay will help.


“Whence came you hither?” asked the golden king.
“Out of the clefts where the gold dwells,” replied the serpent.
“What is more glorious than gold?”
“Light.”
“What is more quickening than light?”
“Conversation.” From Goethe's Green Snake and the Beautiful Lily

Unless one understands what Goethe meant, one can feel disappointed at the serpent’s answer, which scarcely seems the revelation one expected. For is conversation as we know it in the Twenty First Century really more glorious than gold, more quickening than light? Hardly! We attach the term to every casual exchange, to the most idle, inconsequential chit-chat. Surely, we feel, the term must have come down in the world since Goethe’s day, suffering the severest diminution in its slide.

That this is indeed the case becomes apparent when we recall the salons of earlier centuries where great minds came together for significant talk. These occasions were of a wholly different order from our social happenings. They were disciplined, where ours are chaotic. They were built around a common purpose, mutually enriching rather than depleting. It is impossible to picture the participants in a salon all talking at once, babbling away on as many subjects as there were pairs of conversationalists present. No! Rather, the star of a theme hung over the assemblage as over a pool studded with crystals, and the responsively scintillating crystal intellects took turns voicing the reflections awakened in them.

Goethean conversations differ at least as much again from those of the salon as did the salon from today’s cocktail party. Their purpose is to call forth a fullness of spiritual life, not to stage displays of intellectual fireworks. They have nothing in common with the salon’s formal play of light points sparkling in cold starlit glitter. Instead, they strive to enter the sunward realm of living thoughts where a thinker uses all of himself as a tool of knowledge, where, in the manner of his thinking, he takes part as a creative spirit in the ongoing process of the cosmos.
For more click on
The Art of Goethean Conversation
Marjorie Spock

Red Tent Project:

Hello crafters!
I have just been alerted by my friend over at Solohandmade about a wonderful work in progress to provide much needed supplies to women in Ethiopia. Find details below and let me know if you are interested in helping out. I am putting this out because I don't think it is ANYTHING to be ashamed about but something natural and worthy of attention and HELP.

Written by a mom who also adopted from Ethiopia:

Our agency felt burdened by the young girls’ overwhelming need for sanitary pads in Ethiopia. I don’t think I need to explain what a HUGE problem this is. Many girls are considered “unclean” for a week each month and are unable to go to school or work. Here are some facts:

Ordinary woman are unable to afford basic sanitary protection.
One pack of sanitary pads costs more than 50% of the average monthly wage for women.

Millions of African women are forced to replace tampons/pads with newspapers and dirty rags.

This can lead to infections for which there may not be available medication. These infections are often mistaken to be STDs leading to social embarrassment and in some cases, domestic violence.

Wives and mothers are unable to work when they have their periods, further hindering already impoverished families.

Girls are forced to take time off school, further jeopardizing their education.

Because of the economic and cultural crises in Ethiopia, its schools serve as more than academic centers. They provide community resources where young people receive basic care and services, such as food programs, clean water and counseling.


We are currently working on a project to provide the girls at our agency’s transition home with reusable menstrual pads. We are starting with the older girls first. There are about 30 girls who need the pads and we’d like to send 3 of the outer envelopes and 6 of the inner pads to each girl – so we’ll need 90 envelopes and almost 200 pads!

Here is where I need your help…I don’t know a thing about sewing, but I am very passionate about this cause. I am calling all my friends (adoption-related or not) to consider helping these young women have a safe way to protect themselves each month.

If you are interested, I will send you the pattern and a photo of the pads. I have been told that they are fairly simple to make.

We had several meltdowns today. But they were good ones. That is, an indication of how tired the girl really was.
Typically, whenever we leave a friends house or when friends leave ours, Booty says, "Ohhhh, I am so sad! I miss my friends!" Well today after we left Nikki and Loewen Gardens ( w/singing duo Mark and Ruben and the trampoline) she said, " Next time I want to stay with my friends FOREVER!" and she meant it. She really gets a lot from being with other children. In fact, I encourage her being with "naughty" children too. She doesn't actually care if the children can't share or they go on and on about the "stuff" they have. She likes everyone. And luckily, most of her friends are peaceful sorts. Henry is the picture of peace. The guy runs around his house primavera and everyone is great with it. Booty doesn't even notice. I think Booty expresses my feelings exactly. Life is so rich because of our friends!!!

D and her daughters met us at Jacob Ballas yesterday and it was hot but a very nice time for all. We had scheduled it for the day before but I had to switch at the last minute because of a forgotten engagement with my superstar Dr.Lakshmi. Lucky for us it was a good move. On Wednesday it rained so hard for two hours in the morning that there was severe flooding in the Orchard Road area. It looked like India! So instead we had a hot but relatively dry afternoon marveling at dragonflies, trees, vines of fruiting plants and unsupervised children throwing rocks.

As usual, the company was superb. I couldn't have chosen a more amiable and peaceful group. And Booty loves the girls so! If I am lucky I will be teaching them one day a week in the fall.

I just withdrew my proposal for the extended day program at the school. With the admin. responsibilities and a whole mess of other "new" pursuits I really don't have the energy to renegotiate a program (the board came back with issues )that was going to be a real stretch for me as it is. I guess part of my problem is I want to teach so badly that I am compromising myself and I know it. But I am sad too. As I feel there is something happening in this community that keeps it from saying "YES!"

Trying to navigate the bureaucracy of Singapore's MOM (Ministry of Manpower) has been quite maddening. I have spent hours just trying to cancel a work permit to no avail.

And now we are trying to get a PIO card for me and a COI card for Booty. Lots of paperwork which we retained from our last effort thank goodness.

And a big

THANK YOU to Dr. Lakshmi who is staying here and doing wonderful work with every person who walks through the door.
We are so lucky to have her here. She saw the H this morning and he walked downstairs with a big smile on his face and I know there was a good session that took place between them. What blessings!!!

This week we had some new friends over for a lovely, relaxed afternoon. The back of Davina is shown here as she watches Booty who is "waiting for a bag-ride". Her daughters Sophia and Olivia painstakingly sculpt many bread dough figures in between playing with the little energy girl. Davina's girls have been home-schooled for the past two years and their ability to work with what they have is quite impressive. I have never met such independent and content spirits. But also it must be noted that their mum is someone I would describe as angelic, in the classic sense. Light seems to surround her.



I continue to marvel at the book, Secret History of the World by Jonathan Black published by Quercus in 2008. Below are some brief passages.

After a mention of ancient man's view of 'biorhythms" (the relationship between the earth and the moon, sun and seasons) he proceeds-
"But beyond these more obvious rhythms, the ancients recognized how other, more mathematically complex rhythms that involve the outer reaches of the cosmos work their way into human life. Humans breathe on average 25,920 times per day, which is the number of years in a great Platonic year ( i.e. the number of years it takes for the sun to complete a full cycle of the zodiac). The average or 'ideal' human life, seventy two years also has the same number of days in it."

Also deeply affecting:
"We saw earlier that gods, angels and spirits were believed to be emanations from the great cosmic mind- Thought Beings in other words. What I am asking you to consider now is that these great Thought-Beings expressed themselves through people. If today we naturally think of people thinking, in ancient times they thought of Thoughts peopling."

Thoughts peopling.

A good remedy for birthday anxiety is a long and strenuous walk. We took one to Clark Quay, which is a bit commercial especially with the canal tour. But Booty enjoyed the walk and boat ride and frankly, we were just glad to get out of the house.

Beeswax fruit anyone?

I know it may seem weird after all the regular ranting and raving that happens here in this blog but let me just say,
I LOVE MY MACBOOK PRO.
I mean, (to steal from Woody Allen) I don't just love it, I lowwwb it, I Laaaaave it!
There are all these ways of organizing things. And tweeking. And making things easy! This I need. Especially now.

Open House at the school was very busy. I ended up staying in the bread baking room to help out and never got the chance to mingle downstairs or purchase Waldorfy items. It was nice to chat with some new families who are considering Waldorf.

Of course the visiting dads were all, "Will my child know the quadradic equation by the time they graduate Kindergarten?" and we, the crazy Anthropops were all, "Oh No!!! All we ever do is sheer sheep and spin wool and don't you know books are the devil's work!?" but luckily some Waldorf graduates were present and they sort of calmed everyone down by saying stuff like, "Really! You people act like you never met before. Please let me introduce you, again..." so esoteric. (Please forgive me for joking like this. It must be done.)

But I AM a hopeless salesperson. My attitude has got to change. I really do understand that Waldorf education isn't for everyone. I just don't understand why.

I was recently accused (or so it felt) of being high and mighty, that is, someone told me, "Do you think your family or the world owe you something?" And my response is, yes. They owe me the privilege of belonging. When I am in pain I don't want to be told to "suck it up", do you? I want to be held. If not literally, figuratively. But the liability of growing up in New England (a place I will always love) is a sort of rugged individualism. Get on with it! So here I am. And here I go. Getting on with it.

It is snail season again. Time for me to gaze lovingly and in awe of these steadfast creatures.

We went to the hospital (Raffles) today for day surgery, (routine stuff for the H) and both my husband and I marvelled at the tendency of doctors here to wildly prescribe, prescribe, Prescribe! And the things they say! They speak as if the body is made up of independently moving parts.

This Saturday is Open Day at the Waldorf Kinder. Lots of games and food and crafty items. I haven't lifted a finger. It is my last chance to slack before I become a Waldorf Kinder parent. And when you become a PARENT of a Waldorf student it is all work, work, work! So here I am, barely employed shirking my duty as the new Administrator for the school. Truth is, I am totally over my head taking on this job. I am going to have to learn a lot in the next few months- web design, graphic design, and the detestable excel to name a few things. If you know anything about html please write to me.


Turtle loaf (the one with all the bumpies) and snail bread by mom and booty.

Lots of things on my mind. Reading "The Secret History of the World" by Jonathan Black. Pondering the 10 suicides at the factory in China (and the increase in attacks on schoolchildren in China). The 4th Japanese prime minister to resign in 4 years. The Thai rebellion. And the BP oil spill. Like everyone, I have questions but I feel it is important where I try to find the answers. I don't think companies like Goldman Sachs can act ethically without incentives. And I don't think I can reasonably understand other cultures without putting the lens of my own culture over my eyes. What am I doing here if not to learn something about how to understand the world?

New Projects:

ABC book for Waldorf homeschoolers and people who want to see what first graders do with letters.
An extended day program at the kindergarten for multi-age group.
Craft camp next month for five days.
Waldorf Administrator for the Waldorf Steiner Education Association (Singapore).
Public Talk series with once a month talk on element of Waldorf Education.
Enrichment Program on Saturdays for children 6-11 (ongoing)
Craft parent education (pay per class)

Rachel Maddow is on fire. She was sounding to me a little like a serious, female version of Jon Stewart. This video is long but I think interesting because she talks about how a US Senate candidate for Kentucky (Rand Paul) has struck the tuning fork for racism in America. I agree.

The sun woke me up this morning, (not the cats or the girl). It was nice.
We rode the bikes (and burley) to get coffee and bagels then to the big playground we just discovered in our neighborhood. Booty likes the adult section better than the children's section, so we hung out there checking out the exercise equipment. Next door there is a croquet court and it is always busy with local people playing. Today there was a tournament. You could hear them calling out after shots, "Ahhhh!" or sometimes they sneak in a little english, "You never see that ball!". On our way to unlock the bikes we came upon the familiar site of the Filipino aunties sitting with their employer's dogs. The dogs were leashed to the children's climbing structure and when I tried to say hi to one little Jack Russel he bit me. I couldn't explain to the woman that dogs bite when they are leashed too much and not walked enough. Oh well. Some doggies are like this also.

Last week we went to my friend Nikki's house in the center of town. She has two shelter dogs. Both are more gentle than most dogs I know. George, the shepherd mix ambled up to the gate when we arrived, sniffed and wagged his tail. Very gentle and lovely. The entire visit was filled with sweet dog sniffs and one gentle and tender dog lick from Sidney. It made me long for doggie love. Some dogs are like THIS also.

Starting a new project of alphabet book, in the first grade Waldorf main lesson book style. See "A" above.

Last night I went on skype and was able to see, and be seen by, my friend in Chicago. My new MacBook has a built in video camera. What a treat. Not alone! Not Alone!!

This morning I went to a learning center called Julia Gabriel downtown Singapore. It is a hugely successful business for families who want their children to be more expressive and interactive with their learning. It runs mostly on the weekends and each class for children ages 2-18 lasts for one to one and a half hours. It reminded me of the way I taught public school in Chicago. The teachers are real lovers of learning and of children. Unfortunately for me it would be a step back from what I really believe in, which is letting children experience their own development through the body and the arts before the intellect is tapped. It seems that the children were enjoying themselves in the small classroom but my perspective is that they are pushed too far into what we call "parts thinking" and not so much into the gesture of language- the sounds and their meanings, the numbers and their relationship to the whole world. Just because you can read doesn't mean you have a healthy, balanced relationship to language. And this creates thinkers that are not able or willing to solve big problems. Just small ones. Which may lead to problems in the big world.

Imagine you have dry lips and they are so chapped nothing you put on them helps but the doctors decide to give you a special cream with hormones to solve your problem. The cream causes more serious problems and your original problem was only dehydration. Why don't we treat illness like whole body illness? Why can't we educate the whole child?

What Singapore needs is sensory integration schooling. The children need to feel their bodies (clay, tumbling on a mat, art, singing, marching, climbing etc.) and feel themselves in the world as important and loved. Not like little students with their portfolios.

Singapore just earned the title "most competitive nation". How dreadful.

Whatcha readin"?

Right now I am reading "The Story of Forgetting" by Stefan Merrill Block and "Blink" by Malcolm Gladwell. Having already read, "What the dog saw", "The Tipping Point" and "Outliers" I figured I should read the best seller. I like Malcolm Gladwell's work.

Movies?

Watched Douglas Fairbanks' "Thief of Bagdad" last week and LOVED it, which surprised me because it is a silent movie. But it includes a magic rope, magic carpet, white winged horse, mermaids, a dragon, a very excellent evil khan Mongal, and lots more.
And last night "Grapes of Wrath" a John Ford adaptation of Steinbeck's novel.
the cast is phenomenal (Henry Fonda!!!) and the screenplay excellent.

For the last few weeks we have had a Filipino Eurythmist stay with us, Grace. She is so warm and fun to talk to. Booty loves having the company. And Mr.D is doing some therapy with her which is really great! Selamat Grace! (Thank you in Filipino)

Girl. How I feel too!

I am grateful for:

My beautiful daughter, my lovely house, my helpful live-in maid, my strong body, my loving heart, my Guru, Rudolf Steiner, my friends and family altho' they seem like a dream from a long ago time, my cats when they aren't waking me up, my husband who hasn't quite given up on me yet (I hope), and the divine light that keeps me optimistic despite my feelings of hopelessness.

That which makes me feel crazy and finished:

Many things...
but I know this too will pass.

When I went to long Kreeya today (breathing meditation with Art of Living fellows) I was followed into the building by a short old man with a beard and a fez. He asked me a question which I didn't understand as I pressed the elevator button. He seemed lost. He pointed up and I said, "Art of Living meditation" which he didn't understand but as I had put my hand gently on his shoulder he put his hand on my waist and then before I knew it he was patting my butt. I (again) gently pulled his hand away. And as the empty elevator door opened I quickly asked myself if I could hold my own with this guy, yes. I waved him in first. I wasn't going to fall for that again. As we rode up he asked his question again and again I didn't understand so again (he he) I said, "Art of Living meditation". "Meditation!" he smiled and I got off the elevator.

My friend at meditation seemed shocked to see my short hair. I cut it again last week. It is funny how differently people from the east react to short hair on women. Why did you do it???!!! Like there was some sort of drastic reason. I like my hair super short. I am also aware that I look very masculine with short hair so I try to wear make up and dress a little nicer. But I certainly didn't cut my hair to shock or offend anyone. People from the US and from Europe don't seem to be affected by it. I know I am generalizing but I had short hair in Chicago for many years and it was never an issue. Well, except for my mum. She does not like it short.

Why is it so hard to find lumber!
Or a play structure/frame for the booty!
I have been searching online for hours and failed to find plywood to build something (like a climbing wall for the girl) or a wooden play structure like this (by Plum in the UK) for our back yard.

Please spread the word!

This is a pretty cool project and if you pitch in you will get a very unique "comic book style" portrait. C'mon! The artist only has two weeks to raise his goal! Just check it out:
Click here: Portrait Project

Also for more examples of Ryan-Alexander Tanner's work click here:

www.ohyesverynice.com

My picture of the Oriental Pied Hornbill



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