I can still hear the conversations like it was yesterday--are you guys crazy? I mean what are you thinking? Is it some great social experiment that you are trying out on your kids? Are you sure?
Five mainstream September school year beginnings have come and gone since we made our choice to keep our oldest daughter at home and this spring it will be five years since we took our other two younger kids out to learn at home and in the great world beyond the walls of institutional education.
Five delightful, frustrating and altogether unbelievable years of getting to watch as our children re-emerged from the stranglehold school had on them and became more creative and engaged versions of themselves.
Here are two neat takes on why someone chose homeschooling and what school/work can do to creativity.
How Society Crush Dreams & Kill Creativity
and
curious-about-home-schooling-families-ask-them-this-one-question
As the creator of and co-collaborator with the Creativity Project and as a parent of three intensely creative children I can attest to the truths being mined in the little short film. Our kids looked a lot like that little guy during their school days and now they have the creative freedom they deserve and the time and energy to engage creatively.
-Jill MacCormack
Monday, 18 September 2017
Friday, 1 September 2017
Late Summer's Promise
Unblinking as Cattail
on moonless August nights
Leopard Frog on roadside freezes
While crickets chirp
nightfall
knead summer's
fading golds and magentas
into autumn.
Promise me in days to come you will pick blackberries, sweet and succulent,
hang bouquets of cloud white Pearly Everlasting
to dry for winter wreaths.
Do promise me.
Bear witness to it as only you can.
The only true certainty is change.
In warmth,
Jill
on moonless August nights
Leopard Frog on roadside freezes
While crickets chirp
nightfall
knead summer's
fading golds and magentas
into autumn.
Promise me in days to come you will pick blackberries, sweet and succulent,
hang bouquets of cloud white Pearly Everlasting
to dry for winter wreaths.
Do promise me.
Bear witness to it as only you can.
The only true certainty is change.
In warmth,
Jill
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