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The Practicing Mindfulness Edition: #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I thought I’d get to this post earlier in the day, but that earlier in the day was instead filled with the ever-present Other Things.

You see, my Accomplice is starting a business, I am engaged in goals around that, my writing (it’s July #CampNaNoWriMo, and I’m writing a book without a plot for the first time in a few years, so the writing feels more…vivid than it has of late), and learning about marketing, platform and design. More, my daughter became a teenager a week ago, and my son will be going on a camping trip out of state with friends. He’s visited out of state friends before, but never for camping.

My kids are growing up, and their parents’ horizons are expanding too. For all of us, this is a time of exciting change and shifting. They are becoming adults. Jeremiah will be 16 in early September. He’s been studying the driver’s manual and the state licensing laws already, because he’s a practical, safety-minded person who also happens to love doing research on things that interest him.

We’re at that point where many families are dealing with “teenage rebellion.” As a matter of fact, I was told be a family member, back when the kids were 8 and 5, that “all teenagers rebel, even if only a little.” Because we don’t impose rules on our kids, and haven’t since they were 7 and 4, I was assured their teenage years were going to be disastrous.

And they certainly could be. I wasn’t a very nice mother, before I made a conscious, and very difficult to enact, decision that I needed to become a kinder, gentler, more respectful version of myself.

My kids, shortly after this change, referred to my former self as “Mean Mommy.” As in, “Back when you were a Mean Mommy.”

That hurt, to hear them say it. It still hurts that it was true, even though it’s been years since I lived up to that title.

But that’s a litlte off topic. I wanted to say, that if I had gone on down that Mean Mommy path I was on, I would almost certainly be in big trouble right about now. I’ve spawned a fifteen year old who is about 6’3” tall – and burly about the chest and shoulders, like his father – only bigger.

If I had made myself his enemy, way back then when he was still much smaller than me, I might be in very deep trouble now. Instead, I have an almost-a-man son with whom a maintain a close and connected relationship, even as he stretches toward independence. We don’t just tolerate one another, or have a state of truce.

We enjoy one another’s company. We take long walks together, where he shares his thoughts, and, sometimes, asks me for advice or opinions on his plans for the future. He’s recently discovered an interest in in local history, and we’ve visited several significant sites together.

I know that if I need to tell him I disagree or have serious plans about something he wants to do, that he’ll consider my opinion – because I’ve earned his trust and his respect.

As I said above, it wasn’t an easy change. The life I had as a child offers little in the way of positive examples, beyond that my parents did foster a sense of curiosity and a desire for learning, and they could be goofy and loving.

But the reality includes the shadow of abuse. Physical violence, screaming and shouting, inconsistent and sometimes harsh punishment, emotional manipulation and abandonment, and intentional, systemic humiliation were all a part of my childhood, and, at one point, I was very close to bequeathing them to my own children as their birthright.

I didn’t decide one day to change the entire way I raised my children, and then do it. The process of deciding took nearly a year. That was followed by a great deal of research and learning.

At first, I had to be mindful every moment – every thought, gesture, and word. I made a tremendous number of mistakes and missteps. I relapsed more than once, falling back on those old patterns I’d known since I was a small child.

If I hadn’t practiced mindfulness, I wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t be the mother of two teensI know I can guide without controlling. Whose judgment I trust, within the parameters of the maturity they’ve attained.

When I think about the way life might have been, I’m profoundly thankful that I chose mindfulness instead.

The post is a joint venture of Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by Linda G.Hill, and the #weekendcoffeeshare, back at its original home at Part-Time Monster Blog.

Posted in A Round of Words in 80 Days, A Round of Words in 80 Days 2017, Challenges and Contests, Life Writing, Parenting, Round One 2017, Unschooling

Building An Independent Adult: March 8, 2017

Hey there!

Before we get into today’s update, I’d love to chat for a couple of minutes. First, I want to salute all women everywhere, and all men who treat us as the equals we are. Whether you’re striking, or going about your normal life, or something else, I’m thinking of you, and celebrating you, today.

I’m also celebrating my son, who told me on Monday that he hasn’t thought of himself as a kid for about a year now. We were out doing errands, and the conversation included his plans for the future, what he’s learning, music he enjoys, and more. Before we left the house, he helped me rescue a sparrow who had gotten trapped on our enclosed porch, and was too frightened to see the open door.

Then, today, when one of the kitchen sink drains was clogged, he decided to explore basic plumbing.

It’s amazing, seeing him taking on adult challenges, undaunted. He’s got one foot in the adult world, and one in childhood. He’s breathtaking. =D

It doesn’t seem so long ago – but long enough for him to be a head TALLER than me now!

If you’re a parent, have you ever found yourself quite suddenly looking at one of your children in an entirely new light?

If you aren’t a parent, have you had that kind of perception shift with a character?

Do you intend to do anything to observe International Women’s Day?

Writing:

  • Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn #2): Reread existing material; complete draft (10/50 scenes). Primary goal. Reread: Scene 15/40 complete and I’m sooo glad I’m taking a revision class, because this isn’t even close to a clean draft!

  • Fan Fiction (The IDIC Romance): Draft three chapters for Love and Loss, based upon the drabbles I wrote in February. Secondary goal. Shifted one scene, designated scenes for Chapter 1/3, and took notes for fleshing out the drabbles, and adding scenes and passages to draft to complete the chapter.

Plotting:

Revision:

  • The IDIC Romance: Progress with revisions for On Any Tuesday Night (was First Contact, With Jazz), as I work through lessons 2- of Holly Lisle’s Revision Course. Continue revisions for A Backdrop of Stars  1-7. Primary goal. OATN Worksheets: p 9/82 (Scene 3) in progress. 1,103 words of Chapter Two rewrite drafted.

Social Media:

  • Blogging Features: Continue biweekly Mindful Monday and Skywatch Friday posts, as well as weekly #SoCS, #8sunday, WIPpet Wednesday, and Weekend Coffee share posts. Develop rough schedule to pre-produce April posts where possible; have all drafts in website interface or Scrivener by March 31. Tertiary goal. #Mindful (#BOAW2017) complete.

Hometending:

  • Homeschool Administration: Draft, proof, and submit second quarter reports, due March 15. Create Flickr portfolios for this school year. Primary goal. Reports proofed and submitted Sunday evening – that’s right! I submitted them over a week early, thanks to being sick and not really up to much beyond administrative things late last week.

  • Resets/reorganizations: study, family room, bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. Complete three 27 thing flings each room, each week. One 27 thing fling on porch and/or yard each week. 33 General Hometending rounds weekly. Secondary goal. Family; bedroom: 1/3; Porch: 1/1; general: 10/33. A combination of busy days, then a very tired Tuesday, have slowed me down a bit more than I wanted, here.
  • Photo digitalization: Scan 27 travel photos per week. Tertiary goal. Pulled this week’s photos.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Primary goal. Conversation; videos; gaming; bird rescue; shopping; lunch; snuggling; television.

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group. Tertiary goal. Write-in; online interaction; critique piece in progress: page 14/19.

  • Paying it Forward: Offer beta reading, reviews, and promotional posts for other writers. Side goal. Shared many of the other #BOAW posts.

Selftending:

  • Journal six mornings and four evenings each week. Meditate six mornings and three evenings weekly. Primary goal. Morning: 2/6 journal/ meditation. Evening: 0/4 journal; 0/3 meditation.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 99 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly; 111 minutes (1 hour, 51 minutes) twice weekly, and 9 hours of more strenuous activities (tai chi, swimming, hiking, cardio, weights, etc.). Secondary goal. 99 minutes: 3/5; 111 minutes: 1/2; Strenuous:0/9 hours.

Leaps of Faith:

  • Draft CV and revise. Pulled up document and reread; simmering.

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Building A Rebellious Teen: February 15, 2017

Hey there!

Well, it’s finally happened. I was warned, long ago, by a family member who stated authoritatively:

“All teenagers rebel, at least a little.”

She was sure our shift from authoritarian to partnership parenting would be a disaster. Our oldest was only 8 at the time, and we had a ways to go before any teens lived with us, so I didn’t argue.

It took the teen who calls me “Mom” almost 15.5 years to get around to what he calls his “cunning rebellion.” It was totally unexpected, when the moment came.

So, what happened?

Tuesday afternoon, I was chatting with him while I got some dishes soaking in the sink. Usually, I make it known that help with this ongoing cycle in our lives is appreciated, but this time there weren’t that many dishes to attend to, so I told him, “I don’t need any help with these dishes.”

I went to do something in another room, and, when I returned in a couple of minutes, the rebellion was in full swing, right there at the kitchen sink.

That’s right – my 15 year old son was washing the dishes!

When I asked if this was the teenage rebellion I’d been warned about, he confirmed, saying, “I finally got around to it.”

 I’m building rebels, one kindness at a time! =D

Other than the rampant and rather sudsy adolescent rebellion, it was a peaceful session. A foot of snow on Sunday set the mood for simmering and more targeted focus. I’m very close to wrapping up one of my major goals, and I’ve moved significantly closer on a few others.

I’m well set up for the second half of the month, which is good, because it looks to be busier than the first, with several outside activities.

Were you  ever a rebellious teen? 

  • Note: Goals engaged with during this session are detailed in this update. For complete goals lists, click the links below.

Writing:

  • Kifo Island: Write 5,000 words/week The Far Shore (KIC #6), until complete. Primary goal. Scene 24/24 in progress. 5,867/5,000 words; 68,389/~65,000 total (Scrivener count). I’m ahead of projected word count for the novel, and my weekly goal, but I expect to have this finished by Sunday’s update, because waiting to write a couple thousand more words at the most seems a bit silly, and I want to be finished!

  • Fan Fiction: Draft one new chapter each for “Cowled”  and Love and Loss. Side goal. Journaled notes for Cowled; reread notes; simmered, and wrote 189 words. I suspect the chapter will be in the 2-5K range; I’ll know more as I move through it. Simmering a plan on how to draw the drabbles together for the basis of a LAL chapter.

Revision:

  • Kifo Island: Sea Changes: Continue rough revision for crit group; scenes 7-10. Tertiary goal. Highlighted Scene 7; simmering for revisions.

Blogging:

  • Blog Hops: #Loveuary : Write a daily drabble focused on the next chapters of Love and Loss, using a prompt pool from my fans; visit other posters as I can. #atozchallenge: Sign up for the challenge and complete any loose ends and unfinished businessby the end of the month, all posts should be finished and scheduled (to both website and blog). Primary goal. #Loveuary Drabbles: 14/28 complete. I’m having so much fun with this!

  • Blogging Features: Continue biweekly Mindful Monday posts, as well as weekly #SoCS, #8sunday, WIPpet Wednesday, and Weekend Coffee share posts. Add biweekly SkyWatch Friday posts. Develop rough schedule to pre-produce April posts. Secondary goal. Mindful Monday post completed. Skywatch in progress forFriday.

Hometending:

  • Resets/reorganizations: study, family room, and kitchen. Complete three 27 thing flings each room, each week. Bedroom, living room, and bathroom: two 27 thing fling each room each week. 29 General Hometending rounds weekly. Secondary goal. Bedroom 2/2. General: 27/29.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Primary goal. Conversation; flirting; canoodling; snuggling; video watching; punning.

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Secondary goal. Upcoming “busy spell”: Couples’ workout Thursday; Homeschool teen pizza party with daughter Friday; Allegiance with son on Sunday. Welcome to Night Vale Live Show with daughter in April (tickets purchased!) Kids and I in early planning for Unschoolers Rock the Campround Ten in July!

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group. Tertiary goal. Virtual wordsprints and visiting the group page; working on my revision piece and posting to group.

Selftending:

  • Journal six mornings and three evenings each week. Meditate five mornings and two evenings weekly. Primary goal. Morning: 3/6 journal; 3/5 meditation. Evening: 1/3 journal; 1/2 meditation.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 90 minutes moderate physical activity 6 days weekly; 99 minutes twice weekly, and 8 hours of more strenuous activities (tai chi, swimming, hiking, cardio, weights, etc.). Secondary goal. 90 minutes: 3/6; 99 minutes: 3/2; Strenuous: 3:10/ 8 hours; snowshoveling.

  • Smart Change: Reread early chapters/worksheets; create an approach plan. Side goal. Rereading Chapter Three; Question 1/3 in progress for 4/5 goals; this is the beginning of my approach plan.

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The Joy of Skulls: #JusJoJan Day 12

Welcome to Day Twelve of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill. 

Today’s prompt,skullscomes to us courtesy of Dean at Dean’z Doodlez.

I almost wrote a Trip and T’Pol story – except, after many days of insisting, persistently and purportedly logically, T’Pol must have been feeling a little playful. All I could pick up from her today were little fluffy pieces of this and that which went rather jarringly with the bloodier bits she was sharing – of being trapped, and knowing that her life, Trip’s, and their unborn twins’ were all at stake…but all of these are in fragmented images, like shattered bones, at the moment, and much more in images and emotional flashes than in anything that’s really ready to be shared in anything more than that scattered manner above.

Maybe, in some weird way, that carcasslike paragraph up there fits the theme…

Anyway, I’ve decided to go another way.

This is Yorick. I met him in a Manhattan beauty salon whose name I no longer remember. The very idea of this extremely country upstate girl who grew up next to a field where silage corn and timothy hay were grown, who watched the haying from her bedroom window, and who’s seldom given much of any thought at all to matters of fashion, would be in a Manhattan beauty salon was one of those simply amazing confluences of circumstance that lead me to create unabashedly run-on and purple passages.

Without the Internet, it probably never would have happened….but that’s not the point today. The point is that I met Yorick, and had fun with him. And I took pretty pictures, so I can smile about skulls while I share these with you.

Skulls also make me think of my daughter. That’s not gruesome – really!


You see, my little girl like bones. Always has – maybe always will. She’s got a fairly good grasp of human, equine, and mastodon anatomy, as you can see! Look at that joy, that goofy five-year old horse skull grin on ther little face! That, my friends, is LOVE!

Sometimes people wonder why we choose to live like this, why our children have lived lives free of school and lessons, and asked what we DO, how our kids learn, when they aren’t subject to any curriculum…

Here’s a little hint of an answer, in these images.

They learn.

Oh, yes! They learn.

And, while they’re doing it, their faces look like this! =D

Suddenly, I’m finding skulls to be things of beauty, and not just because they support so much.

Maybe that’s what T’Pol wanted me to see today? Don’t know, but, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m going to tell you that I have a headache that’s insisting my own skull is too tight. I’m trying to stave off a potential incipient migraine. I’m not going to proofread this; despite having other writing I could and maybe should be doing, tonight, I think I’m going to set aside the laptop earlier tonight, take a hot shower, and maybe try to rest it away.


May we all keep what’s in our skulls in place, and fill them with thoughts that make that face in front of that skull grin like this little girl!

 

That’s it for me today…find more jottings right here!

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“Mom Played A Video Game All Night Long!”: A Mindful Monday Playtime

Do you play?

If so, how, when, where, why, and with whom?

What do you think of when you hear the word play?

Is it a single activity, or a wild array of options?

A structured garden, or a wild meadow?

Can you say or write the word ‘play’ in another language?

Sign it?

What good is play?

Is it possible to play mindfully?

What would that look like?

What would a life centered around play – one where play is the goal of the family, look like?

Is that possible?

Is it a good idea, or a disaster waiting to happen?

Mom Played A Video Game All Night Long!”

It’ s true. I totally did that last night. The game was To the Moon, and I’m not feeling even a little guilty for ‘frittering my life away’ as my mother might put it – because I didn’t. I played that game mindfully. It was an investment in the future, with immediate benefits in the present.

How so?

  • I played because my son, 14, asked me to; It was on his birthday wish list. In a social culture where so many people feel disconnected and at odds with their teens, my son invited me to share in an important part of his life. Accepting added depth to our relationship – as mother and son, and as humans.

  • I played the game straight through because he said it would be best that way. My son is an avid gamer, and knows me well. We spend the majority of time in close proximity to one another, and our family paradigm is egalitarian. Both children have a great deal of autonomy. I consciously engage with them as a whole person, rather than simply through the role of ‘Mom’. Because he knows me, I trusted his assessment. Trust and knowledge of the other is an important component in building and maintaining strong relationships.

  • I played when I did because that’s when I could give myself fully to the experience. My son’s birthday is in early September; it’s early December now. When he asked, I was already committed to intensive writing projects through November. I knew I’d be impatient and easily frustrated if I tried to play then. I’m not the gamer my son is; I’m a writer, and writing is my absolute favorite pastime. Being honest with him and myself honored his desire for me to play, and my own creative passion. Healthy relationships are a delicate dance of self and other.

  • I set aside my other projects to play. We decided I’d play on Saturday.  I needed to postpone by a day because his sister received an impromptu invitation;  he was willing to wait. I made it a priority to honor the amended date. He was flexible and generous when I needed to change my plans. I treated the commitment I made to him the same way I would treat an appointment with another adult. I respected my son – the boy he is, and the man he is swiftly becoming –  and he respected that motherhood comes with other, sometimes unpredictable, obligations. Mutual respect and willingness to work together are essential for good relationships with others, all through life.

  • I made the game my priority. I announced my intentions and set things up so I could give the time freely. It’s a long and challenging game; my son wasn’t able to stay awake long enough to see me finish, but I promised I would. And so I did – even when I got stuck and had no idea what to do next; even when my thick, non-gaming fingers got all tangled up trying to blast potted plants at Zombievas while simultaneously navigating a school corridor, using eight letter and arrow keys on his small keyboard. I didn’t give up until I was finished. I did what I said I would do; I kept my word, and followed through on my promises with action – vital in all relationships.

  • I played with an open mind. Adults often discount the interests and passions of children as frivolous and unimportant. My mother scorned my fascination with Star Trek. She was sure she knew what it was all about, and her mind was closed to any other way of seeing things. By letting myself be open to learning why my son loves this game, I proved that his interests matter to me, and that I want to know what he loves, and understand it if I can. Healthy relationships thrive on understanding and acceptance.

  • I used break times wisely. When I started to get frustrated, tense, achy, or restless, I got up and moved. I did dishes and laundry, tidied up, swept floors, fed critters and myself, and showered. Each time I came back to the game with renewed energy, and a new perspective. Those efforts kept me playing in comfort, got me a little exercise, gave me a source of accomplishment aside from game play, and gave my family a more pleasant home to wake up to, as well. Tending well to others, and ourselves, makes for stronger and more loving relationships.

  • Because I played, we share a new conversational landscape. Going back to the disconnect between many adolescents and adults, this is something I find invaluable. To the Moon is a rich, textured story game layered with many versions of human experience. Some of the subject matter touches on our own family experiences. We now have a new context for deeply personal sharing on sensitive topics. A new facet of connection is open between us. Healthy relationships grow with shared experience.

So, yes, I did in fact play a video game all night long. And I’m a far better mother because of it!

How has play deepened your relationships?

I’d love to hear about it!

Share your links, stories, images, thoughts, or perspectives below – our relationship will benefit! =D

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Blink and You’ll Miss It: #SoCS

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “miss”, used any way we like.

My post was inspired by two photos of myself and my children, taken a little over two years apart. The first, in September of 2013, is directly below. The image after the poem was taken on Thursday evening. I think these two images say maybe better than any words can what has happened in just two years, and the hurtling toward adulthood going on in the space of my blinking…That also explains why this is posting so late. My daughter got a last-minute invitation, and that disrupted my blogging routine, such as it is.  I’m not sorry…

Some things I just don’t want to miss, y’know?

With Jeremiah, just 12, and Annalise, 9, in September of 2013.

Blink and You’ll Miss It

Blink and you’ll miss it

Blink and they’ve grown

Grown taller and smarter

Grown in that tiny space

Space of an eye’s blink

Space between heartbeats

Heartbeats and tears

Heartbeats and laughter

Laughter once high pitched

Laughter now of a man

Man in the making

Boy in a man’s body

Body strong and graceful

Body with a woman’s curves

Curves I didn’t see coming

Curves grew in a breath

Breath held at their births

Breath exploded in first cries

Cries of anger cries of sorrow

Cries of joy at bright tomorrow

Tomorrow once so far away

Tomorrow coming in a rush

Rush of lengthening bones

Rush of strengthening minds

Minds of their own as babies

Minds more their own today

Today one’s bigger than me

Today one’s well on her way

Way too fast this changing

Way too fast so easy to miss

Miss the little-boy voice

Miss the deepening breaks

Breaks in the action of life

Breaks to look in their eyes

Eyes that meet mine boldly

Eyes that still look to me

Me who’s getting older

Me who’s fading out

Out of ascendancy

Out of immediacy

Immediacy everywhere

Immediacy of change

Change the size of clothing

Change interests and beliefs

Beliefs of their own now

Beliefs I may not share

Share in their wonder

Share things I’ll most miss

Miss it if I blink too much

Wonder what I just missed

Two weeks ago, I shared an original one-off bit of Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, Not Only Metaphor. I promised to add a paragraph for each comment I received. Last week’s post garnered three comments, so I’ve got three new paragraphs, written stream-of-consciousness style, to fit the SoCS motif.

To remind you, T’Pol and Trip are in bed, together, and T’Pol just heard Trip whisper something he didn’t say. Now, engineer that he is, he’s wondering just how she did that…

Most Agreeable Human Contact

T’Pol shivered into the touch of his cool lips. “You’re certain you didn’t speak?”

“I think I’d know. You sure you’re not a mind-reader, or whatever your people call that thing that Tolaris fellow did to you – oh, hell, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. I’m tired, and my mouth – well, I guess I don’t have to tell you about my mouth.”

“No, you don’t have to tell me about your mouth.” T’Pol shifted so that she could engage in the most agreeable human contact known as kissing. That occupied the next two minutes. “Nor am I a melder. Will you remain here, and sleep with me?”

Mmm…now where will that invitation lead, I wonder?

Same deal applies. Comment, and get another paragraph. I can’t tell you what’s going to happen next; I won’t be writing the next batch for a week. So, if you want to know, comment here, and there’ll be more next Saturday.

If you liked this week’s paragraphs, why not stop to see Pav, Erin Zarro, and Dale Cooper? Their comments gave us this week’s snippet.

Standard Disclaimer Applies: I don’t own these two; I don’t want to make any money from writing their stories.

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing?

Come read more, or join in – there’s just a few simple rules.

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The Stuff of An Unschooling Life: #SoCS for 11/28/15

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “stuff” used an any way we like – I went fairly basic,but got a little saucy at the end!

As sometimes happens, I had something else in mind for this post, which I intended to write a few hours from now, once I’d gotten my morning journaling, reconnecting with the kids after sleep, and enough hometending done that I could give myself to the process.

Instead, I wrote this journal entry, and realized, when the word ‘stuff” emerged all on its own, that this was actually my #SoCS post for today.

Sometimes, people ask me how my kids can learn if I’m not actively teaching them; or without the use of a curriculum. School has become so entrenched in our culture as the place kids must go to learn, that we’ve heard, more than once, despite both kids’ obvious intelligence (and, of course, I’m not remotely biased in that regard!), that they must be stupid or backward if they’re not either in school or sitting round the kitchen table being overseen in their lessons (“School-at-home”).

What follows isn’t necessarily a “typical” day. Our lives are organic; each day flows with its own rhythm, energy, and focus. Sometimes we’re much more active; sometimes we spend the day going places and doing things. It’s just a glimpse into a bit of yesterday, told sketchily so I have some kind of personal record, and shared as an example of what learning looked like, for bits and pieces of yesterday, here at our house.

And a note: I forgot to add paragraphs for last Saturday’s post. So, if you’re looking for more of the story, stay tuned after today’s SoCS, because I’ve got more to share! =D

The Stuff of An Unschooling Life

November 28, 2015 –

Yesterday was a lovely day. Once I was up and came to my study for my morning(ish) journaling, Miah and I had a long and wandering conversation that started with him talking about a story he just edited for someone on the FIMfiction site. That led to a decision to find him some fun grammar books for the Kindle, and a discussion of opening lines. I’m reading Up From Slavery by Booker T. Washington, and read him the first line – led to an exploration of life as a slave…and talk of Tuskegeethe school, and the experiments

Then I read him the first line of Sea Changes:

Karina sighed.

He wants to read these when I’m done. We talked then about marketing funnels, and some of what I’m doing with the Kifo stories and fan fiction in that regard. Then I read him the first line of Bounded By a Nutshell (the Monsterscript), where Spock suddenly collapses…

And somehow that led to watching one of his favorite My Little Pony episodes…

Sweetness.

Later, Lise and I hung out, watching The Amazing Race, Shark Tank, and Dateline. She cleaned her desk and made paper chains; I puttered with email and other stuff on my Kindle, and there were times of snuggly, silly fun, too – she can still crawl onto my lap in the blue chair! =)

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That was rather a lot of stuff, but I’ve got a little more on its way to you….last week, as some of you might remember, I shared an original one-off bit of Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, “Not Only Metaphor”. I promised to add a paragraph for each comment I received…and then I forgot to follow through – oops!

So here, a week belatedly, is a little bit more of that story…

To remind you, T’Pol and Trip are in bed, together, discussing – uh, ‘explorations of inter-species sexuality.’ Yeah, that’s it. Anyway, T’Pol finds herself awash in human language constructs and her own primal Vulcan impulses..

If you guessed that this is an PG-13 rated bit, you’re right.

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“Four Already?”

Hey, pepperpot – you all right? If you give me an hour or so to rest and refuel, I’m more than willing to give your ‘moremoremore’ another go…” But then, he added, in a whisper he didn’t think, perhaps, that she could hear, “I just hope I’ll be able to drag myself to Engineering in six hours – hell, four, already?”

You didn’t tell me you were on duty in four hours, Trip.” She hadn’t meant for it to sound like an accusation; did humans always perceive her statements that way?

No, I didn’t.” Now he was frowning, as he propped himself up on one elbow. “And I’m guessing you haven’t reviewed the revised duty roster, since you’ve been off for the last 40 hours or so…” He stroked her forehead with his lips, and added, “So how is it that you know about it, when I was just wondering how I’m going to make it through that shift?”

Did Trip really say anything?

If he didn’t, how does T’Pol know what he’s thinking?

Will Trip make it through his shift?

Will T’Pol get her moremoremore?

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