Monday, April 22, 2019
Happy Birbday, Mike!
Mike came to us last summer, but he actually hatched from his egg a year ago today!
We love our sweet singing, jabbering, laughing, tea drinking, button stealing cockatiel!
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Happy Easter
Happy Easter from Zoom!
Christ is Risen, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Indeed He is Risen, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Holy Saturday
Easter Eve: A Fantasy
The day does not speak above a whisper, is a high dividing
upon a moment into ebbing and flowing,
two pairs of lips neither pressing nor quite yet parting,
the twilight between sleep and waking,
the bowl of hush held lifted to the bird’s first trilling.
Yet the day does not wait. It has become a waiting
as we have become our shadows stuffed full of wind and walking,
and if my hand reached toward you, it would pass through you.
For the world has become a dream of that sleeping Head
which on Friday we pierced and folded in dust
until He awakens tomorrow when the light of His Rising
hardens to hills and crystallizes to rocks and ripples to streams.
upon a moment into ebbing and flowing,
two pairs of lips neither pressing nor quite yet parting,
the twilight between sleep and waking,
the bowl of hush held lifted to the bird’s first trilling.
Yet the day does not wait. It has become a waiting
as we have become our shadows stuffed full of wind and walking,
and if my hand reached toward you, it would pass through you.
For the world has become a dream of that sleeping Head
which on Friday we pierced and folded in dust
until He awakens tomorrow when the light of His Rising
hardens to hills and crystallizes to rocks and ripples to streams.
Vassar Miller
Source: in “Divine Inspiration: the Life of Jesus in World Poetry”
Source: in “Divine Inspiration: the Life of Jesus in World Poetry”
HT: The Sacred Braid
Friday, April 19, 2019
Good Friday
| AM I a stone and not a sheep | |
| That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, | |
| To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss, | |
| And yet not weep? | |
| Not so those women loved | 5 |
| Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; | |
| Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; | |
| Not so the thief was moved; | |
| Not so the Sun and Moon | |
| Which hid their faces in a starless sky, | 10 |
| A horror of great darkness at broad noon— | |
| I, only I. | |
| Yet give not o’er, | |
| But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock; | |
| Greater than Moses, turn and look once more | 15 |
| And smite a rock. |
| Good Friday |
| By Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) |
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Awesome Geography: Saudi Arabia
I love doing handprint crafts because I love seeing how small my kids' hands used to be!
This time around, no one wanted to use a paint based handprint (no one wanted the goopy paint on their fingers), so they traced their hands on brown paper and cut it out, adding the heads and tails.
Leena just cut out a tiny camel of her own devising. Her hand hasn't been that small in a loooong time!
Honestly, I think the camels came out a bit...weird. I think next time I'd have them draw them.
Snack was dates. Just dates. And then it turned out some of the kids didn't like dates because they were too sweet.
I have to admit, near the very bottom of Lent, my kids and I were like: YES! SWEEEEEEET!!! LOVE THE DATES!
Which may mean that (outside of Lent) we are not a low sugar household.
The active activity was supposed to be The Hunter, but it rained... Are we detecting a theme?
Honestly, we all still had fun, but it wasn't our most successful class. I also had a hard time finding good resources to learn about Saudi Arabia. I ended up using a bunch of videos from Geography Go.
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