a good day…

Today was a good day.  Not the earth shattering, birthday cake-with-no-calories kind of day, but a sweet reminder of who I am and why I am doing this.  Home education is an adventure, some days are note-worthy while some make me want to hide under the bed…great, playful, impossible, wonderful, ridiculous, hard, happy… so many adjectives, so little time.  Today was lovely and good.

We worked furiously this morning from 7:45 until 1pm.  Today we talked about Shakespeare, his ability to get dialog perfect for so many representative groups, his precision of speech; she is in awe of his accomplishments.  We compared King Darius 1 with Sargon and the Akkadian Empire.  We studied the gorgeous City of Babylon, and wondered if we would have loved living there at that time, in different socio-economic brackets.  We attacked maths and laughed at how easily this comes to her, when only last year she wold have balked at this method of instruction. Then we discussed The Historian’s essay on the Phoenician Empire due later in the week.  She finished her vocabulary lesson and geography, and we placed pencils in their cups, notebooks on their shelves.

While stretching, I noticed a sore spot under my shoulder blade; a small inconvenience, just the size of a lima bean.  An old foe who comes from lifting and stays to make me cringe.  A lima bean that can create wicked pain if not dealt with quickly, experience tells me.  My remedy is to rub the area with a mixture of coconut oil and lavender oil until I smell like the French countryside.  Then I heat a lavender-filled pad until toasty and apply to loosen the sore tissue.  Breathe deeply, methodically, repeat a thousand times. =)  Pain melts away, and meditation begins. My body trying to heal itself while I slow down and let the process work.   20 minutes later, I feel like a new woman.  I find my mind cannot turn in circles when I am focused on one thing so deeply…

The Historian needed to be fed, so I stretched and we assembled our small chow.  We continued to talk, and she showed me the parts of her morning she was especially proud of, as if I was just “mum”, and had not been teaching her all morning.  I smiled at her over my sandwich, watching her crunch pretzels and beam happily at me.  This is exactly where I want to be.  I hope you are happy in your day, where you want to be…

NC, SUMMER, 2012


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