I've been having alot of fun lately being creative. I've been doing heaps of sewing but also crocheting and I have been getting back into writing again. I love the buzz you get when you have a new idea, when you start bringing that idea to being. I love that when I'm being creative it seems to inspire the kids to create too.
I guess creavivity is kind of contagious. I find hanging out with other arty, crafty people often sparks off many ideas.
I've shared a few of my sewing creations here already but haven't shared any of my writing yet... it's still a work in progress. It may even turn out to be a short story that turns into a rather long story like this one I wrote a couple of years back. Who knows?
But whatever happens the process itself is enjoyable.
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Sunday, December 11
Friday, July 23
The Earth Wept
When I was cleaning out my junk yesterday I came across heaps of stuff I've written over the years. So I thought I might share some on here.
The Earth Wept
She had been probed and prodded, epillated and scarred, drained and defiled. And one by one her children were disappearing, all except one who was proliferating like a noxious weed.
Originally she'd had such high hopes for human kind; they would protect the others, honor her body and spirit and in exchange she'd provide them with everything they could ever need.
But collectively they had gone mad.
They no longer ate the food she provided but dug it up and chemicalised and plastisized it before they found it palatable and safe for their children to eat. They no longer drank from her pristine waters but defecated in them, they filled her streams with half decomposed bodies and bastardised chemicals they had synthesised out of the parts of her body they had torn from the ground.
They no longer walked bare foot through her meadows and had lost the ability to feel her power flow into them.
They couldn't even do something as simple and natural as procreate without following and breaking the long list of rules they'd made up governing this most sacred act.
Mankind had forsaken it's Mother. And although she tried to keep giving her resources were not limitless.
Oh how she wept.
The Earth Wept
She had been probed and prodded, epillated and scarred, drained and defiled. And one by one her children were disappearing, all except one who was proliferating like a noxious weed.
Originally she'd had such high hopes for human kind; they would protect the others, honor her body and spirit and in exchange she'd provide them with everything they could ever need.
But collectively they had gone mad.
They no longer ate the food she provided but dug it up and chemicalised and plastisized it before they found it palatable and safe for their children to eat. They no longer drank from her pristine waters but defecated in them, they filled her streams with half decomposed bodies and bastardised chemicals they had synthesised out of the parts of her body they had torn from the ground.
They no longer walked bare foot through her meadows and had lost the ability to feel her power flow into them.
They couldn't even do something as simple and natural as procreate without following and breaking the long list of rules they'd made up governing this most sacred act.
Mankind had forsaken it's Mother. And although she tried to keep giving her resources were not limitless.
Oh how she wept.
Tuesday, July 6
The Midnight Boy
I dug this story out today at Mr T's insistence. I wrote it two years ago when he was 4 and when I'd read it to him he smile and say it's really about me isn't it mum? It's a gentle parenting bed time story and at the time it was a reminder to me of all the different ways I could deal with a behavior that was stressing me out. Hope you enjoy it.
The Midnight Boy
The Midnight Boy liked to stay up late.
He stayed up later than his baby sister – but that’s because he was heaps older.
The midnight Boy was four.
He stayed up later than his BIG sister. She was nine but she liked to go to bed early.
He even stayed up later than Dad.
Dad had to get up early for work in the mornings so he had to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Mum stayed up late too…with the Midnight Boy.
But one night Mum was cranky. She didn’t get cranky too often but
“Tonight” she said, “I am just so tired!”
She told the Midnight Boy to go to bed.
This made the Midnight Boy cry- he wasn’t sleepy at all.
He wanted to play a game…
and do a puzzle and eat a midnight snack…
and go for a moon walk with Mum because the moon was full.
He wanted to look at the stars and cuddle Mum while everyone else was asleep.
The next night after dinner Mum gave the midnight Boy a bath.
Then she gave him some chamomile tea to help him relax.
Then she sprayed some lavender oil on his wrists.
She turned down the lights and played some soft music.
And the midnight Boy started feeling sleepy.
So they hopped into bed and read some books, and half way through the fifth book the Midnight Boy closed his eyes.
BUT then he sat up…
His eyes sprung open…
“Mum, I feel like doing a drawing.”
Mum sighed.
“We can do a drawing in the morning.” She suggested.
“No, I really feel like doing it now.” explained the Midnight Boy.
So Mum and the Midnight Boy got up.
Mum turned on a lamp in the lounge room.
She got pencils and paper. She gave the Midnight Boy an apple and a glass of milk.
Then Mum said “Good night. You can stay up as long as you want, but I’m going to bed.”
The Midnight Boy started a drawing and drank his milk. But then he started to feel a little bit lonely so he turned off the lamp and crept quietly into bed, careful not to wake anyone.
And he squeezed in between Mum and Dad, next to his baby sister and went to sleep.
Gentle Parenting.
Gentle parenting assumes that children have the same rights as adults. They may not be able to express themselves as well as we, nor control their emotions as well, but they deserve respect as well as love.
All behaviours exhibited by our children have very logical reasons behind them and it’s our job as parents NOT to enforce arbitrary rules but to find out what our children need to make them happy.
So many traditional parenting rules are meaningless when you look at them. Why should every child go to bed at 7:30pm?
When you find yourself acting as the enforcer first ask why?
The Midnight Boy
The Midnight Boy liked to stay up late.
He stayed up later than his baby sister – but that’s because he was heaps older.
The midnight Boy was four.
He stayed up later than his BIG sister. She was nine but she liked to go to bed early.
He even stayed up later than Dad.
Dad had to get up early for work in the mornings so he had to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Mum stayed up late too…with the Midnight Boy.
But one night Mum was cranky. She didn’t get cranky too often but
“Tonight” she said, “I am just so tired!”
She told the Midnight Boy to go to bed.
This made the Midnight Boy cry- he wasn’t sleepy at all.
He wanted to play a game…
and do a puzzle and eat a midnight snack…
and go for a moon walk with Mum because the moon was full.
He wanted to look at the stars and cuddle Mum while everyone else was asleep.
The next night after dinner Mum gave the midnight Boy a bath.
Then she gave him some chamomile tea to help him relax.
Then she sprayed some lavender oil on his wrists.
She turned down the lights and played some soft music.
And the midnight Boy started feeling sleepy.
So they hopped into bed and read some books, and half way through the fifth book the Midnight Boy closed his eyes.
BUT then he sat up…
His eyes sprung open…
“Mum, I feel like doing a drawing.”
Mum sighed.
“We can do a drawing in the morning.” She suggested.
“No, I really feel like doing it now.” explained the Midnight Boy.
So Mum and the Midnight Boy got up.
Mum turned on a lamp in the lounge room.
She got pencils and paper. She gave the Midnight Boy an apple and a glass of milk.
Then Mum said “Good night. You can stay up as long as you want, but I’m going to bed.”
The Midnight Boy started a drawing and drank his milk. But then he started to feel a little bit lonely so he turned off the lamp and crept quietly into bed, careful not to wake anyone.
And he squeezed in between Mum and Dad, next to his baby sister and went to sleep.
Gentle Parenting.
Gentle parenting assumes that children have the same rights as adults. They may not be able to express themselves as well as we, nor control their emotions as well, but they deserve respect as well as love.
All behaviours exhibited by our children have very logical reasons behind them and it’s our job as parents NOT to enforce arbitrary rules but to find out what our children need to make them happy.
So many traditional parenting rules are meaningless when you look at them. Why should every child go to bed at 7:30pm?
When you find yourself acting as the enforcer first ask why?
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