~quinn’s forty sixth month~ stirring the pensieve

~written november/december 2018~

by this time, the blog had taken on a life of its own, and i began documenting quinnโ€™s happenings on a regular basis in ~a month of unschool~ posts the next month, which then transitioned to ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ posts. as such, this . . . → Read More: ~quinn’s forty sixth month~ stirring the pensieve

all the world’s a boat

i’ve already gone on and on here about how my son will take a piece of rope and a beach-combed crab pot buoy and play “boat” for hours in a laundry basket… but it’s not just his imaginitive play world. his entire world centers around boats….

last night we finally “carved” our green pumpkin (heheheh. . . . → Read More: all the world’s a boat

quinn’s thirty-eighth month ~ long long ago, in the great days of the grass sidewalks

~written november 2018~

sifting back through the artifacts i managed to drop in the path i am attempting to retrace my steps along so many years later, the gift is being able to pick them up, turn them over in my hands, study how the light reflects off of them . . . → Read More: quinn’s thirty-eighth month ~ long long ago, in the great days of the grass sidewalks

quinn’s thirty-seventh month ~ into the heathers of the waters

~written november 2018~

stories scribbled on a scrap and tucked into my back pocket have resurfaced after many moons. stories of a bright-eyed, just-turned-three-year-old who delighted in having the puffins at the aquarium splash water onto his soft cheeks. stories echoing in the silvery voice of . . . → Read More: quinn’s thirty-seventh month ~ into the heathers of the waters