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“What Does Not Change/Is the Will to Change”-Charles Olson (from his poem, The Kingfishers)
This poem and post are beautiful reminders to remember the roots of where we each came from. It is important to let the roots dangle and check the dirt on them to see where they come from.
“Knowledge is the Harvest of Attention.”–Charles Olson
During the 30s, 40s, 50s, there was a college set up in North Carolina called Black Mountain College, which truly stressed a liberal arts education with plenty of arts. “Black Mountain College was born out of a desire to create a new type of college based on John Dewey’s principles of progressive education.”-blackmountaincollege.org American poet, Charles Olson was born today in 1910 and taught at Black Mountain College in the 40s and 50s. “The founders of the College believed that the study and practice of art were indispensable aspects of a student’s general liberal arts education, and they hired Josef Albers to be the first art teacher. Speaking not a word of English, he and his wife Anni left the turmoil in Hitler’s Germany and crossed the Atlantic Ocean by boat to teach art…
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There are people who will tell you that Christmas is not to them what it used to be
We had a quiet Christmas. Regardless, Christmas is about being with those who mean the most to you and we can do this physically and just by being, as well. Presence is about just being.
“Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused—in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened—by the recurrence of Christmas. There are people who will tell you that Christmas is not to them what it used to be; that each succeeding Christmas has found some cherished hope, or happy prospect, of the year before, dimmed or passed away; that the present only serves to remind them of reduced circumstances and straitened incomes—of the feasts they once bestowed on hollow friends, and of the cold looks that meet them now, in adversity and misfortune. Never heed such dismal reminiscences. There are few men who have lived long enough in the world who cannot call up such thoughts any day of the year. Then do not select the merriest of the three hundred and sixty-five for your doleful recollections, but…
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O’ Heavenly Star (Haiku)
This haiku is a beautiful and simple expression of the time of the year. Take care. Have a safe and happy holidays with family and friends.
O’ Heavenly Star
Two millennia guiding
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
Teachings as Catalyst
This is a powerful post. It speak to what learning and education should be about. Alfred North Whitehead suggested that education was always a religious experience as it taught duty and reverence which involve freedom and independence.
Teachings are not the truth, but a catalyst to aid in approach to the truth. There are limitations to be found in every verbal formulation and in those who give them. Good teachings have merit as general guidelines and as stimulus to thinking and reflection. Also, even in a great teaching, the specifics and their application to any time and space involve much ambiguity and vagueness. So, in this sense, we are always on our own, in other words a good teaching or teacher stimulates independent thought.
Tim Conway: The Elephant Story
We used this video in one of our classes this fall to help better understand the writing of Alfred North Whitehead. Improvisation is the world we live in. The best laid plans of mice and men fall to the wayside each moment.
This is an unedited version of The Elephant Story from The Carol Burnett Show. The original air date was November 5, 1977. Tim Conway refuses to let the scene continue until he can finish a story about a circus elephant. Not sure what is funnier, Conway’s jokes or the inability of the cast to keep a straight face…
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CONSIDER
This is one of the most beautiful poems I have read and appreciated Simon’s link to Advent. When we pause and listen, it is incredible and blessed what we hear in the silence.
Wonderment
For the last 6 or 7 years I taught, Einstein was referred to as my dad by my students. It was result of a quick answer I gave to a student when he asked about an Einstein poster in the classroom. I commented it was my dad and justified it by saying he had wild hair, facial foliage, and eccentric behaviour. I have always been drawn to Einstein’s view of the world blending spirituality with science. They are totally compatibly.
“The finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment and lives in a state of fear is a dead man. To know that what is impenetrable for us really exists and manifests itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, whose gross forms alone are intelligible to our poor faculties – this knowledge, this feeling that is the core of the true religious sentiment. In this sense, and in this sense alone, I rank myself among profoundly religious men.” ~ Albert Einstein
Sounds of the Season (bytes)
The first stanza suggested I re-blog and I felt compelled to. It is a funny, tongue-in-cheek post. Or is it?
The Landfill Harmonic Orchestra
I had this sitting in my re-blog folder for some time. It is a testament to what humans can do when the odds seem stacked against them. It is a tribute to human innovation.
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Teacher as Transformer 