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Re: Unicorns Yet » femlite

Posted by EscherDementian on November 11, 2003, at 8:55:03

In reply to Unicorns Yet » EscherDementian, posted by femlite on November 9, 2003, at 23:49:17

> Oh! Those of course are the best and the humor... my hubby and I would read them to our infant daughter, and roll with laughter at the droll and british sense of wit. She didint get the jokes but she loved the characters all the same. "When We Were Six" Very much taught her to love poetry and feel unbound in her imagiantion for self made words

How perfect! You and your hubby were very instinctive. And a love of poetry...
Ooops, judgement on my part. ;-) Self made words are so creatively evolutionary- and isn't that the spirit in children? What are some of her self made words? i really enjoy smw...
Hey SIENNA do you, too?
The first year i began teaching (Montessori) i started collecting children's SMWs and illustrating them- when i could, with the child's own illustration or description. The first two are:
"Flutterby" (butterfly)
"Pitterpatter" (caterpillar)
~don't they make sense !?
"The gold-and-grey bridge" always made better sense than the Golden Gate Bridge, to me, too!
Nevermind "Git-Downald's"... (McDonald's)


>At least there are problem solving skills and great girl heroes involved.

*sigh* there's a blindness of mine: it never occurs to me to differentiate girl/boy or male/female until someone mentions it. Everything is always so individualized in unique context to me...to a fault sometimes. Glad you see things that way for her... Yes, i quite agree, nurtures Intelligence better than Barbie heroism (and even Lisa Simpson's a _cartoon_).


> I do enjoy "The Little Prince" immensely, but the end of course seems so sad.

Oh, no! He becomes a 'pilot'! It's a continuuance to The Pilot himself... look at the last illustration that S-Exupery draws~ the Star! and before that, the Little Prince's heart is the one thing facing that star. ("The child is the seed of the adult". -M.Montessori)
Oh, femlite~ sad? no. nostalgic? heartbreakingly.

Ooops again. IMHO, i mean. Please forgive the passion in my interpretation? (...the quantity of passion does not equate to the quality of truth... yes, yes, i know) *bonk*


> Oh well, havent you heard? That last one yelled at me on the phone that I was a "DRUG SEEKER".

My own way around that would be to print out the info that i'm basing my consideration on, and giving it to my pdoc with a "What do you think?" Or "This is something i'd like us to look at". But before that, checking my own integrity in my intention, all the way to overall end-goal for myself.

> I had in mind to make them all dog catchters. But the poor doggies...

But didn't you dislike being objectified yourself?
i know you mean that as a joke, but be careful-
My way (as much as i can wrangle) is to notice when i dislike a way i'm treated and exile that from MY world by not doing it. to anyone. for any reason. period. zap. booted from the universe i am creating. Then i try out the treatment i would have preferred, when i come across the person(s)
that i am mistreating in the same way. Sometimes i have to look for it. And usually i have to 'fine-tune' my attempt(s). i know i've been successful when the next time 'it happens to me' i interpret it completely differently, and the original offense just doesn't exist anymore. zap. gone. evolved. Funny, but 'compassionate humour' about our human condition often replaces it.

Oh, gads, femlite, i don't mean to be waxing preacher-ish... i don't like being given perscriptions for religion and having my own search for what's right for me be denied, either.


> hmmmmm... how does one answer such a question nowdays? My Christian church is on the eastern side of the world, where monk hermits still pray in caves, and incence flows up like prayer, and real oil lamps are tended night and day. I have been fortunate to find only 90 miles from my home such a place where people walk in and hear angels singing. Where golds and reds, candles and incense and largeness of heart ecompasses all who enter. And where the path of the truest diciple decends deeply inward.
> I hope that answer your question.

sounds Russian Orthodox?


> > Ever read "The Dancing Wu Li Masters" by Gary Zukav ??
> No, is it interesting?

Check it out!


> Do you have a good and cooperative doctor?
> I think really in end, we should be allowed to order however we want to feel, since in fact, that seems to be what they are selling.

Hmmm, i see it differently.


> In the pslams David says the hills skipped like unicorns.

"the hills skipped like unicorns"? Oh, forgive me, femlite, it IS rubber mallet to the forehead time for me, here... the visuals i just imagined! LOL -and also remembering my cousin imitating Julie Andrews (with two oranges stuck down her leotard) singing "My Hills Are Alive~~ With The Sound Of Muuuusic"!! LOL Or maybe it was me, my cousin was imitating... whatever, we were children, and it was SOooo funny!

> I hope we shall see them again someday.

No~ Stop!

(oh, not my cousin's oranges, Unicorns, you mean...) They're still here, just in different form.

>Until then I think we'll have to settle for Shadowfax.

i'd settle for Aragorn...
Okay, no, not true. Now i know i'd best leave with the Elves.

> Amor vincit omnia
> Femlite

Nite-Nite,(6:37am here)
Escher
Who wanted to call attention to 'judgement' and now notices all of her own ;)



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