~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ black holes and parabolas

Maybe life is a little like a parabola, you have to get to the bottom of it at some point, but you can look forward to it going back up on the other side! . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ black holes and parabolas

~black and white wednesday~ abide

“My way of finding a place in the world is to write one.” ~Barbara Kingsolver . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ abide

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ parsimony

“Time for a lesson on the Cretaceous Paleogene extinction real quick.” . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ parsimony

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ my backstory is yes

Quinn spoke with a few people who have found some cool fossils in Oregon, including mammoth teeth and bones, parts from sharks and turtles. . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ my backstory is yes

~thankful thursday~ exponential

Quintessence has such a nice ring to it, and feels hopeful to me, the idea of a fifth dynamic fundamental force, an unknown mystery exerting itself in the cosmos whose impact on the speed of the expansion of the universe is an open question. Open questions in physics feel like hope, like that little thing with feathers can fly into the opening. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ exponential

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ not so little drummer boy

My brother’s laugh is one of my very favorite laughs in the world, and one of my very favorite things about him, and it would not be a disappointment if Quinn inherited this trait. Even if it is for a temporary period, I’m thoroughly enjoying the way his laughs ring in the air, jingling like the bells at the upper reach of his mallets, perhaps because they contrast so with his new low speaking register in the timpani section. . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ not so little drummer boy

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ enigma

I worked on the Haunted House that day, and I’m still not sure why slicing into a salt dough brain, spray painting creepy skulls onto plastic tablecloths, and developing a menu for a haunted cafeteria was so satisfying, but I strangely enjoyed myself. When I got home, we had dinner on the earlier side and Quinn asked me to play his new game he was creating. It was a build-your-own Jurassic park game, and I managed to accumulate 8 triceratopses in a forest enclosure on a piece of graph paper that evening. . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ enigma

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ holy coprolites, he’s in seventh grade!

~8-23 to 9-23~

Our end of summer family trip to New York!

The cousins absconded with Quinn and were barely heard from. It was neat how at their current ages (9, 11, 12) they do a lot more talking as they play, so there is less action and a lot of . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ holy coprolites, he’s in seventh grade!

~thankful thursday~ fall crops and late bloomers

Today I participated in another of my favorite mindfulness practices, one concerning impermanence, like sand painting but with squashes, already scattered and but a memory. Tomorrow I will fill the slow cooker with leek and potato, celeriac and parsley root, and some imaginal cells to remind me that next summer will unfurl its colorful wings in time. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ fall crops and late bloomers

~thankful thursday~ shadows and butterflies

It may take more years of this practice before I can truly feel thankful for darkness, or the meltdown it initiates in me. Simmering in my slow cooker today, I’m grateful for memories of summer, excellent walks with my husband, and butterflies. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ shadows and butterflies