A quote on childhood as being, not as preparation

This is from a post to my family’s web page that my cousin Mary Sue put up, i really love it!

When we adults think of children, there is a simple truth which we ignore:   childhood is not preparation for life; childhood IS life.   A child isn’t getting ready to live, a child IS living.   The child is constantly confronted with the nagging question, “What are you going to be?”   Courageous would be the youngster who, looking the adult squarely in the face, would say, “I’m not going to be anything; I already am.”   We adults would be shocked by such an insolent remark, for we have forgotten, if indeed we ever knew, that a child is an active, participating and contributing member of society from the time she is born.   Childhood isn’t a time when he is molded into a human who will then lfie life; she is a human who is living life.   No child will miss the zest and joy of living unless these are denied him by adults who have convinced themselves that childhood is a period of preparation.

How much heartache we would save ourselves if we would recognize the child as a partner with adults in the process of living, rather than always viewing her as an apprentice.   How much we would teach each other… adults with the experience and children with the freshness.   How full both our lives could be.   A little child may not lead us, but at least we ought to discuss the trip with him, for after all, life is his and her journey too.

— Professor T. Ripaldi

Birthday T party

I spent my birthday putting in my garden, spinach, brocoli, lettuce, carots, basil, tomatoes. Yum!

Memories of last nights festivities kept entering my head as i popped a seed into the soil or dug a space for a seedling. Emma had organised the event, told me when it was, asked for a list of email addresses to send the invitations to but little else. She came close to telling me but i’m glad she managed to keep it a secret until the time came.

The frist guests to arrive were my Aunt Carmel and my Grandma. I was perplexed and virtually speechless when i saw my Grandma with branches sewn into her hat and sleeves, wearing all brown, no doubt she was a Tree! My Aunt donning a garbage bag stewn with toothpicks, a ticket, teabags, travel insurance, tooth brush, my name in foam letters, a trophy around her neck, a tiara on her head and a tea towel tail at the back! She really went all out! I wasn’t quite sure what to think. Perhaps they were coming as some represention of me? but then i realized when emma came out as a turtle, it was a T theme, come as something that starts with “T”! Carol was a tabby in all manner of stripes, Glenda was a climate change thermometer with a bright red face and hat, we had a couple of terrorists, tea towel turbans, and twins! Sally was also a turtle, my dad came in his work clothes, fresh from the home show, Termite barrier rep, but he was pretty ill so didn’t stay for long. Emma’d arranged for him to bring the cake, he also got me a pair of really cool and kinda fancy garden shoes that he found at the home show. I’d also bought myself a pair of hiking boots, and emma boght me a pair of crocs .

You know how it’ like silver for 25th aniversary and gold is 50th or something, well now 34 is shoes!

Heat Wave

PHEW! Two days ago it was a pleasant spring, warm and even cool. Now it’s 33 at 7pm. A bit of a shock, and not fun to ride in let me tell you! The hot wind blowing pollen and bits of trees, etc. makes for an added challenge. I actually wore sunglasses more for keeping stuff out of my eyes than for the sun today. Tho my ride home left me with really sore eyes, not to mention the head wind!

It’s the Anniversary weekend, neither me or emma is working tomorrow, and we are going out tonight but i have lots to do before then, and i’m blogging to procrastinate! Will let you know how the weekend goes.

cyclist dilemnas

As i rode my bike to work yesterday i got to the bottom of Brunswick Street i felt frustrated. Not my normal route to work (Via the Canning St bicycle super highway as my friend Geoff calls it) so i noticed the oddities about the bike lane. I remarked to the other cyclist also waiting amongst the cars for the light to turn, “What’s up with the dissapearing bike lane? They should have priotity lanes for bikes.” It was the day after Bike to Work day (they only have a day here so far). The light changed and he looked back at me in agreement, in a very scottish accent said, “Petrol is going to get dearer and dearer.”

That made my day. Had me thinking that awareness about Peak Oil is permeating and perkolating! I began to imagine what it would look like, what we’d do with all the cars, would we be able to generated enough renewable energy to power smelters that could make bikes out of old cars? What kind of cargo bikes could we design? First we need to design a smelter that runs of renewable energy! Do yo know any industrial designers?

When i was riding home from my Awakening the Dreamer meeting at the Eco-Centre in St Kilda i was leap frogging a truck full of smelly stressed out chickens. Who ever thought it was a good idea to put 300 chickens on a truck and drive it through the city? I felt awful for these creatures stuck in little cages, litterally shitting themselves, and i felt distant from my role in their death, not to mention their transport, i had chicken for dinner the night before and here i was complaining about this smelly chicken truck! The next intersection i slowed down hoping it would get beyond the next set of lights before i did.

It took me over an hour to get home from St Kilda, got lost in Fitzroy on my way back to my sweet little home in East Brunswick. Just before i got home i stopped in at Cafe Troy, still open at 10:45! They even let me use my own container for pasta salad! I was impressed!

Today is Friday, and we are going to Eltham for lunch with Sally and her partner on Sunday but other than that the weekend is free. One of the few weekends that’s not booked up for the next couple of months! Emma and i are having our one year anniversary next weekend, going to the Grampians for camping and climbing. And on either end of it will recreate our frist couple of dates, going to Q&A on thursday night and Gurlesque on Sunday night. 🙂