Ice Cream Revelations
Posted: May 2, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, consciousness, What is an Art Farm | Tags: Carl Jung, creativity, dreams, Mayan Long Count Calendar, Primate of Ireland, psychology, Revealtion 17, saint malachy, semi dwarf apple tree, spirituality, writing 1 Comment
I recently went driving at night with my children to go eat ice cream. Pope Francis having died, my daughter mentioned Tik Tok talk of the prophecy of Saint Malachy. As it were, I’m familiar with those prophecies, having heard about them almost 30 years ago.
Saint Malachy lived in Northern Ireland in the 1100s. Born Máel Máedóc, he served as Archbishop of Armagh and was the Primate of All Ireland – the highest ranking position in the Catholic and Episcopalian Church of Ireland. His predecessor was no less than Saint Patrick, known as the “Apostle of Ireland,” venerated as a saint in the Catholic Church, the Lutheran Church, the Church of Ireland, and in the Eastern Orthodox Church. ‘Tis no small role to be the Primate of All Ireland.
Malachy’s prophecy presaged 112 more popes before the Last Judgment. Pope Francis happens to be that 112th pope. The prophecy is widely debunked, but on social media it seems to be generating great interest.
My daughter explained the conventional view, that following the last Pope will come the rapture, when the dead and living believers will be lifted up in the air, ascending to heaven at the Second Coming of Christ. My son, a deep thinking Sagittarean, questioned, “what about the others?” I clarified, “…the Buddhist, the Muslim, the child of Indigenous parents…?”
My son questioned more deeply, “How can a God of love exclude half of the world’s population?” My daughter repeated the factual statement that the faithful believe theirs alone shall be redemption. When she spoke of the risen Christ, I queried about John 14:12 “These and greater deeds ye shall do” which means to raise the dead, to walk on water, to feed loaves and fishes to the masses…come one come all – he says – we the people all have that power. Who among us shall believe, and act?
And so we drove, into the dark night, eating our ice cream.
I reminded them that the world in fact came to an end on 12/12/12, just over 12 years ago. Such was the popular view, pre-Tik Tok. I spoke of the Mayan Long Count calendar, the end of a 5,126 year-long cycle. 250-950 AD was the Mayans’ Classic period, the peak of their large-scale construction, urbanism, monumental inscriptions, and significant intellectual and artistic development. Their flowering has been likened to that of Renaissance Italy or Classical Greece. Everyone reading this essay today knows that the world did not end on 12/12/12; the Mayan calendar’s end marked only a new beginning. In Hindu terms, this is Shiva’s cosmic dance, his never ending destruction creation cycle.
A friend has read the Book of Revelations and suggests that the current Commander in Chief is the 8th King of the Roman Empire, Revelation 17, “destined for destruction,” the Antichrist. Indeed we can read the “two beasts” as representing opposing forces of evil: one from the sea (Manhattan and Florida) is a political power that dominates the world, a healed gash to its head, seeking to establish himself as a pagan deity, while releasing scorpions. The beast from the earth (Africa), the False Prophet, helps the sea beast gain global control, sends fire from heaven and promotes the worship of the beast from the sea and works to deceive people through signs and wonder.
Carl Jung came to mind, in Psychology and Alchemy his observation that religions perfectly coopted the archetypes to their narrative. Scriptural writing to my mind seems symbolic more than a factual narrative. The end of one narrative is but the beginning of another.
Talk of the end of the world is not for the faint of heart. As we drove, as we ate our two scoops of ice cream in waffle cones, the popular song from 40 years ago by the band REM came to mind, “It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.”
And so we ate our ice cream. We will figure it out in the light of day. The sun will rise, life will go on, world without end, amen.
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Gaia pushes up the Garlic while cold weather starts go into the ground: Kale, Chard, Lettuce, Pac Choy, Snap Peas, Fennel, Shallots, Scallions, Rosemary, Parsley and Thyme.
And most importantly, Eve has come to our garden! A 4-in-1 semi-dwarf apple tree, a gift from Grammy Moana to Becca, with four varieties grafted onto the root stock: Fuji, Pink Lady, Honeycrisp, and Ginger Gold. Something for everyone! She joins our two peach trees and a sour cherry tree. I cannot tell a lie, my son cut down our sweet cherry tree last summer, at my instruction. The trunk had a serious gash and its time was ended. Every end is a new beginning, the circle of life, and Eve has taken its place!
Swashbuckling Swamp Tales
Posted: April 25, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Portfolio - Elena's work Leave a comment
The children and I recently walked the swamp trails at 29°56’33” N by 89°59’39” W, the Barataria Preserve in the Mississippi River Delta of Louisiana. Long ago this was the land of Jean Lafitte, a swashbuckling rogue of French or Spanish or Haitian descent, a pirate and slave trader, as handsome as he was cunning and shrewd, who played all sides against the others in the era when Thomas Jefferson purchased Louisiana from the French in 1803.
During the war of 1812, King George III of England offered Lafitte and his men citizenship and land grants if they would fight for the British. Lafitte shrewdly leveraged that offer to form an alliance with the Americans – his piracy was easier against US Revenue agents than the British Navy – but then after Andrew Jackson agreed to a full pardon for all of his men, Lafitte’s troops fought with Jackson to defeat the British at the battle of New Orleans. The pirates’ skill with artillery was greater than the British Navy and Andrew Jackson praised their “courage and fidelity.”
During the Mexican War of Independence in 1815, Lafitte and his brother acted as spies for Spain, which allowed them to develop Galveston Island as another smuggling base outside the authority of the United States. The swashbuckling history was of great interest to me, but my children only wanted to see an alligator. To no avail though, as the temperatures were warm enough that the gators laid low, hidden in the water to stay cool from the sun’s heat. We saw no gators, but plenty of snakes, frogs and spiders.
Isaac in Isolation
Posted: April 18, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities | Tags: alchemy, books, consciousness, history, Isaac Newton, philosophy, rational mind, science 1 Comment
In 1665 the plague descended upon London, forcing all the residents to go into isolation. The COVID-19 of its day, in an age before plumbing or electricity, before iPhones and apps, the isolation was complete to a degree that we can barely fathom today.
A 22-year old named Isaac used his solitude well, conceiving the laws of infinitesimal calculus. Leibniz is credited with developing Calculus but young Isaac was 8 years ahead of him. Einstein has hailed the insights as “perhaps the greatest advance in thought.”
At the age of 44 Isaac walked in the gardens of Cambridge University and observed an apple falling straight down to the earth. So he surmised and proceeded to publish, in 1687, Principia which established the foundation for classical mechanics. A manuscript from the Royal Society retells this conversation of 15 April 1726, when Isaac told a colleague how the idea came to him:
“we went into the garden, & drank thea under the shade of some appletrees, only he, & myself. amidst other discourse, he told me, he was just in the same situation, as when formerly, the notion of gravitation came into his mind. “why should that apple always descend perpendicularly to the ground,” thought he to him self: occasion’d by the fall of an apple, as he sat in a comtemplative mood: “why should it not go sideways, or upwards? but constantly to the earths centre? assuredly, the reason is, that the earth draws it. there must be a drawing power in matter. & the sum of the drawing power in the matter of the earth must be in the earths center, not in any side of the earth. therefore dos this apple fall perpendicularly, or toward the center. if matter thus draws matter; it must be in proportion of its quantity. therefore the apple draws the earth, as well as the earth draws the apple.”
By the age of 55 Isaac had been named, by the British Crown, the Warden of the Mint, and then served as the Master of the Mint for 30-years. In contemporary terms, the Master was essentially the Chairman of the Federal Reserve, responsible to ensure the value and to assay the gold content of the King’s coins.
At the age of 62 the King bestowed upon him Knighthood, which is why we universally refer to him as Sir Isaac Newton, one of the towering figures in history, a paragon of rational thought.
What is less well known of Sir Isaac is that he was a leading alchemist of his day. The irony is almost mind-boggling: when alchemy was a crime punishable by death by public hanging the Master of the Mint was busy trying to turn base metals into gold. It is said of more than 10 million words of notes taken by Newton, 1 million at least pertained to alchemy. His interest was more than just a passing curiosity. By any conventional thought, that is an idea laughably hard to grasp.
What if alchemy is not about base metals turned into gold, but rather a symbolic language for the pursuit of higher consciousness? In the three-dimensional realm of conventional thought, where the laws of physics and Darwinian materialism reign supreme, what better symbolism could there be than “base metals” and “gold” referring to the path to wisdom of a greater whole.
Carl Jung in his Alchemy and Psychology and Fabricius in Alchemy: The Medieval Alchemists and Their Royal Art suggest that this is, in fact, the more accurate understanding. In The Foundations of Newton’s Alchemy, B.J.T. Dobbs argues that “Newton’s primary goal was not the study of nature for its own sake but rather an attempt to establish a unified system that would have included both natural and divine principles.” Newton was a critical link between the Renaissance Hermeticism and the rational chemistry and mechanics of the scientific revolution; in moving the scientific world forward, he looked back upon Neoplatonism, which in turn drew upon the writings of Hermes Trismegistus, the towering Hellenistic sage.
History teaches that higher consciousness threatens conventional thought. In 33 AD the self-righteous Pharisees had the radical street preacher put to death by public hanging. Martin Luther King had an FBI file and was assassinated for arguing that “all people are created equal.” In the year 2025, the pious among us ban books from libraries that challenge their narrow minded sense of self. The orthodox, it seems, are not expansive but restrictive and limiting.
Newton was wise never to publish his alchemical writings. In fact, many of them were burned by a fire; the story told that a dog knocked over a candle in his study, but one wonders what was the risk to his reputation for that intellectual pursuit. He remained, in a sense, in isolation throughout his life for his pursuit of alchemy.
The record shows that when Newton stepped down from the 2nd Lucasian Professorship of Mathematics – considered the single most prestigious professorship in the world – his replacement, William Whiston excoriated Newton publicly for his highly unorthodox views. No doubt Professor Whiston was smug in his self righteous words and considered the case closed. But in fact, it may be that he had simply locked himself, and his peers, inside the box of self limiting, rational thought.
The world is more vast than we tend to conceive. It would seem the challenge of our times now is to expand our collective higher consciousness, to awaken and more fully hear and embrace those “mystic chords…of our better angels.”
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Habeas Corpus, Habeas Vox
Posted: April 11, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, consciousness | Tags: constitution, history, politics 2 Comments
One recent morning, my son stood in the kitchen, riveted, listening to the radio. Briskly he spoke, “Dad, how can the President deport citizens for what they say? Isn’t this a violation of their First Amendment rights? When someone enters the country legally, they gain the right of free speech!…upon entry, but they are being deported for saying things the President does not like! They have the right to speak! I don’t understand this!!?” My son’s concern for Free Speech coincides with the right of Due Process.
Knowing it takes a village, I reached out to his cousin WMMK – my nephew – a young law professor who, as it were, is an expert in habeas corpus, which is to say Due Process. WMMK has been published, arguing that habeas corpus is the “…Great Writ of Popular Sovereignty — a tool for We the People to insist that when our agents in government exercise our delegated penal powers, they remain faithful to our sovereign will.” WMMK argues “…the implications for the law of habeas are profound…Paradoxically, shifting from a libertarian to a popular-sovereigntist conception of the writ might yield habeas doctrine more capable of protecting individual liberty.”
My son having raised questions of individual liberty, and given his cousin’s strong clear voice, I decided to create a homeschool Humanities Seminar. Habeas corpus in Latin means “you should have the body.” And where there is a body, there is a voice. Thus we prepare to homeschool “Habeas Corpus, Habeas Vox: Due Process and the 1st Amendment.”
All roads do not lead to Rome. Plato and Aristotle taught that justice within the state held civic virtue (“arete”) as its key; they did not teach specific legal mechanisms to protect individual liberties.
It would take a peasant boy, born in Dardania (present day Balkans) to craft those mechanisms. Justinian – Emperor of the Byzantine Empire – not only built the Hagia Sophia but codified the great Roman jurists; his Corpus Juris Civilis (“Body of Civil Law”) (529-534 AD) endures as the basis of European and International law. But the heavy lifting came in medieval England.
King John was arbitrary and autocratic, and so his Barons spoke up and rebelled. They forced him, in 1215, to sign the Magna Carta which guaranteed “No freeman shall be taken or imprisoned or disseised or exiled or in any way destroyed…except upon the lawful judgement of his peers or the law of the land.” Given habeas vox, so then habeas corpus; the Habeas Corpus Act was codified in 1679 and remains on the statute book to this day: prisoners cannot be held indefinitely without a judicial review of their detention.
The origins of free speech – in the Western tradition – go back to Athenian democracy, in the late 6th or early 5th century BC. They had two concepts of free speech; isegoria was “equality of speech” where all freeborn males had a direct voice in debating and passing laws, while parrhesia was “uninhibited speech,” a culture of tolerance and the free exchange of ideas and criticisms. Erasmus (circa 1500) and Milton (1644) weighed in, but again it was the English Parliament, whose Bill of Rights in 1689 established the constitutional right of freedom of speech. On that recent weekday morning, my son honored that tradition, arguing on behalf of individual liberty.
What then shall our seminar entail? I have begun assembling a reading list to include:
- In Classical Greece justice was the proper functioning of the state as a whole, with community and mutual respect valued higher than individual liberties. The greatest punishment was for the intransigent to be exiled, which is to say to have their voice taken away.
- Justinian’s reign occurred at a hinge point of history. Considered among the greatest, and the last, of the Roman Emperors, his achievements marked the apex of Roman expansion, until a flea carrying the bubonic plague brought massive death: between 25 and 100 Million deaths and the downfall of the empire. The armies of Mohammad easily ransacked both Rome and Persia, and history moved from late antiquity to the medieval world.
- The Magna Carta was foundational to British Common Law, as developed through judicial decisions rather than written codes; “Stare Decisis” means that courts shall follow earlier rulings in similar cases, with precedent as the governing basis. Stability is a virtue. The British Bill of Rights built upon this tradition and became the basis for much of American law.
- The Judiciary Act of 1789 established the American judiciary – the mechanism of due process – and was followed by Amendment One to the USA Constitution, ratified on December 15, 1791: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
- Abraham Lincoln suspended the right of habeas corpus at his sole discretion when he signed The Habeas Corpus Suspension Act of 1863. He argued the public safety required it, such as during rebellion or invasion of the Civil War.
- And finally, we will come to the present day, to discuss the fundamental meaning of freedom of speech with American habeas as the vindication not of individual physical liberty, but of popular sovereignty. How does the state protect the voice of “We the People”? WMMK will lead this discussion.
We need pay heed to the fact that for every minute we ponder such noble thoughts, in El Salvador, Kilmar Abrego Garcia is detained wrongfully, without due process, by an administration driven not by justice but reptilian id, anger and revenge for its own gratification; how frail is the law to those who shall not heed its calling. The Magna Carta is but words on paper in the face of any regime that abuses human rights, and these rights must belong not to the privileged few, but to all people created equal.
We study the past to inform our future; patterns of discrimination are the reality against which this philosophy need be understood, in order to raise my son with both an intellectual understanding and the emotional intelligence of a 21st Century global citizen.
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Persephone returns…
Beyond the Rubicon
Posted: April 4, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent | Tags: education, family, homeschool, homeschooling, Khan Academy, parenting, the trades 2 Comments
And so it came to pass, on the 10th day of March I delivered to the Superintendent my Notice of Intent to Home School. Life’s newest adventure began with a flurry of last-minute decision making.
On that same day the local School Department announced a $5 Million budget shortfall, and the Department of Education began to be decimated. Change abounds; our timing providential.
There is no turning back.
A world of materials is available online. Khan Academy is one not-for-profit free site with a goal “to create online tools that help educate students.” The site has 168.7 registered users, 58.7 Billion total learning minutes, and annual revenues of $107.3 Million. My son had used the platform at school, so we adapt that to our needs.
With DOGE-like efficiency, we pare the day down to its most basic form. The result is productive. The conventional middle school day lasts 6.25 hours, of which half is spent in homeroom, lunch, recess, “Jobs For Maine Graduates,” plus walking the halls between classes; thus about 3 hours for straight line study of Math, Science, and Humanities but a portion of classroom time is lost in the quotidian, explanations and questions, the general bustle. The essential learning reduces further toward 1.5 hours. At home we easily do that much, then add in outings, exercise, and hands-on experience. Bottom line: my son is engaged.
For Science, we have been using the Periodic Table of Elements to learn welding. I hired a friend, the “Pema Professor,” a journeyman philosopher/carpenter to teach this course. We drive to his home in Lyman, Maine. The first week’s homework was to circle the elements Hydrogen, Helium, Argon, Iron and Carbon. We also discussed the Noble Gases and Noble Metals. The practicum was MIG welding, an electric arc between a continuously fed wire electrode and the metal, melting both to create the weld – a pool of molten metal – protected by a shielding gas. Argon prevents water from entering the weld, which would lead to rust, to failure.
The second week focused on the difference between an element and a molecule. My son used an acetylene torch to bend metal. Acetylene gas is mixed with oxygen to create a high-temperature flame, reaching well over 1,000 degrees. The metal turned cherry red then bent as the heat increased the energy, electrons moving freely, expanding, creating a pliable rather than rigid structure. My son held the torch, set hot metal into a wooden jig, his weight laid against the rod, it bent. He is forming the letters of his name. Making his mark.
For math we are doing online exercises and learning the Pythagorean Theorem. Hidden in plain sight, Pythagorus resides in every corner of every room. As we design and build a trapezoidal bookcase, he can measure and calculate the legs and hypotenuse, help prepare the measured drawing and then build. Stay tuned on that one!
He has asked to be more challenged, and so I expand our repertoire; more math handouts and more reading materials to come. He is cooking meals, which brings a chance to study weights and measures, even converting metric to standard. As the growing season erupts we will dig into the earth at friends’ farms. My son helps with repairs at the Friends School of Portland; as a private religious school OSHA and Child Labor Laws do not pertain.
To assist in our holy experiment and to handle the annual assessment I have hired a State of Maine Certified Teacher. Alexander the Great, at the age of 13, was tutored by Aristotle; I shall refer then to this teacher as “Our Aristotle.” A young man, he was my son’s student teacher last year in the 5th grade; a keen and passionate observer, dedicated to his students’ needs. He was fired when the Assistant Principal told him – at the last hour of the last day – to change classrooms. “Our Aristotle” declined, reasoning that his students would benefit from closure, while an abrupt change would abrogate their experience while giving worthless time to engage new students. The Assistant Principal issued an ultimatum but “Our Aristotle” called the bluff; escorted out of the building, his dignity was in tact. The Administrator lost on all counts and all the students were left wanting.
My son, born of the “Anxious Generation,” comes of age during an epidemic of mental illness and teen suicide. Social media is a black hole, its focus upon other, not self. Grounding must come from within. Such is the tradition of New England: Henry David Thoreau, “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined,” or the Bard of Concord, “Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.” Our Aristotle exemplified same in his refusal to acquiesce. He spoke truth to power.
Such then is the temperament we want to shape our son’s bearing and so our team grows. Life has no dress rehearsal. My son comes of age now, I am charged with his education. Schooled to the standards of the state, he will be educated to all of life.
In March we crossed the Rubicon. Now we go forward daily. We shall see where all this leads.
Big Ideas in Miniature
Posted: January 17, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Portfolio - David's work, What is an Art Farm | Tags: art, books, making, photography, woodturning 2 Comments
During my junior high school years – grades 6 thru 8 – I became enchanted by model trains and built an HO-scale train table in the basement. There was a mountain and tunnel; a small town with roads; a rail siding with buildings and sheds.
As my skills grew, so too the complexity of the layout. Tools were foreign to my father so I did it all on my own. Frustrated at times for no input I learned to be resourceful. Long before google and you tube, I subscribed to “Model Railroading” magazine to see what other people were doing.
There are no photos of the layout, nor do I remember any ever taken. I was in my own world, away in the basement, which brought great contentment. A few of the buildings remain, now stored in a box in our basement.
My son, of his own urging, has taken up a similar hobby, although his interest is heavy equipment and road construction. He began at age 8 – in the 2nd grade – so I handled the carpentry, but at his design. The first table was a 4×8 plywood sheet, cut to have to drop wings, which he painted. The table was placed just off our kitchen, a remarkably central location.
During COVID to break the monotony he and I would drive around town looking for road construction. Delays were desired. By chance there was a major project at that time, replacing sewers along the main artery.
Thus, a major renovation occurred on his table, the wings made permanently upright, a trench “cut” along the length, with the table raised 10” to create a space where he could lay down pipe in his imaginary world.
The table has gone through many iterations and now he builds dioramas, small stages displaying workers building roads or the yard where tools and equipment are stored.
The evolution of the table has been fascinating to watch, as he remains fully engaged building his dreams at his table in the hearth of our home.
In other news, this week we had our first lesson in woodturning. Jose, a local woodworker, came to our workshop. A friend has loaned us a small lathe on which we turned a bowl made out of quilted maple, which I oiled and he presented to Mama. In two hours, he experienced the mystery of making, the satisfaction of completion and the joy of gifting an object hand made.
Dreams made manifest is an empowering experience.
God and Caesar at Middle School
Posted: January 10, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent | Tags: education, homeschool, homeschooling, mental health, mythology, parenting, rational mind 1 Comment
John Stuart Mill has been much on my mind, of late. This 19th century English philosopher – called the most influential thinker in the history of liberalism – advocated proportional representation, the emancipation of women, and the development of labor organizations and farm cooperatives. More importantly, he was home schooled by his Father.
During the midwinter holidays, I pondered home schooling my son. We talked, I read the Maine statute on home schooling and wrote a “Letter of Intent to Home School” for submission to the local Superintendent. In the end, we deferred to our Son, who decided NOT to homeschool now, but to remain in the Middle School. I stood down but my thoughts once written stand as a manifesto of my son’s education, at his time coming of age.
William F. Buckley then came to mind. The Yale educated public intellectual, considered the founder of the modern conservative movement, he – of my Father’s generation – criticized Yale for “forcing collectivist, Keynesian, and secularist ideology on students…denying any sense of individualism by teaching them to embrace the ideas of liberalism.” Buckley’s “God and Man at Yale: The Superstitions of ‘Academic Freedom’” has endured and became a central pillar of the American conservative movement.
I am no Yale man. At Northwestern, I read the Classics and advocate not individualism but that all life is one; neither Caesar nor religious dogma are my Master; consciousness in the whole of the divine feminine grounded in the compassionate masculine, be that my polestar.
Here then is my manifesto on the education of the young man who must need find his own path, while following my footsteps. Lacking any formal title, I call this “God and Caesar at Middle School.”
Dear Sir,
Respectfully, I write to inform you that [my son], age 12, shall be withdrawn from SoPo Middle School effective 4 January 2025. Pursuant to M.R.S. 20-A §5001-A(3)(A)(4) this is my written notice of intent to provide home instruction.
My approach to pedagogy combines the intellectual rigor of John Stuart Mill’s education grounded in the emotional intelligence of a 21st century global citizen. The classical tradition shall be paramount as we look to the future.
Geometry and physics shall be taught in the applied sense. Our Greek Revival Farmhouse requires extensive renovations, and working with me, [he] shall learn both the practical skills of building and the mathematical truth that Pythagorus resides in every corner. “Measure twice, cut once” goes the maxim; the 3-4-5 triangle every carpenter’s adage. Thus he will learn.
There is a tradition of a carpenter’s son becoming a leader. As I teach the practical, so too the mystical; Pythagorus also taught of celestial harmony – the Music of the Spheres – and so [he] shall learn the broad plain of Athenian philosophy.
We shall ponder both God and Caesar, the twin domains of the Western Intellectual tradition. “Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam” may be our motto, and we would begin with John “Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ Λόγος” but translate “Λόγος” in all languages, all cultures: Allah, YHWH, Elohim, Bhagavan, Iraivan, Gitche Manitou, Xu, Unkulunkulu, to name but a few. There is no monopoly on the truth and in the comparison he shall learn critical thinking, and respect for other points of view.
If we read “Percy Jackson” then also Ovid’s “Metamorphosis.” To my mind mythology is not mere childish fiction but the symbolic language of archetypal truth. Carl Jung, a man of science who studied the mind – the “logos” of the psyche – wrote that religions perfectly coopted the archetypes onto their narrative. “Percy Jackson” may be an engaging fiction but also something deeper. So shall I teach literature.
When Persephone returns, come spring, [he] shall labor in the gardens of our Art Farm in Sopo, and at Frinklepod Farm in Arundel, and also the Cold Brook Farm in Sherman, Maine. [He] shall drive and maintain heavy equipment and work with his hands, in the dirt. I shall teach connections, that all life is one.
We have taken classes in welding, and shall now learn wood turning, and [he] will learn the practical art – literally “art” in Latin means “skill” – both of Hephaestus, of Prometheus and of Daedalus. Art making predates agriculture, which is to say it predates civilization. It is a priori. It is hard-wired in our DNA. So then shall we build skills, both practical and conceptual.
Life itself will be [his] classroom. He will both be schooled at least 175 days per annum but educated full time; I vouchsafe that your metrics will be met, which I shall report annually, in arrears on 1 September, in writing as required by law.
My full time job is parenting and my bread labor is maintaining – part time – the physical plant and property of the Friends School of Portland. Through that school I intend to hire a certified State of Maine teacher to oversee my pedagogy.
Finally, for his socialization I expect [he] will continue to participate in extracurricular activities at the Sopo schools. I understand this is permitted under Title 20-A, Section 5021.
We have crossed the Rubicon. Let the new year begin!
Please confirm acceptance of this missive. I shall be happy to discuss this at your convenience, but our decision has been made.
A copy of this written notice has been hand delivered to the Middle School Principal.
Best regards,
David
Truths Held Self Evident
Posted: January 3, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, consciousness, What is an Art Farm | Tags: consciousness, Great potato famine, healing, hypermasculinity, intergenerational trauma, mental health, trauma 1 Comment
Among truths held self evident, that healing is the purpose of life must be central. But this view challenges the conventional A-list: asset acquisition, accomplishment, accumulation of wealth, accolade, acclaim, awards, advancement…to name but a few.
“He who dies with the most toys wins” is the popular path, but life’s hard labors will come to our doorstep, at which time the question is whether we step up or cower. Our future hangs upon the response.
Easier it is to kick the can down the road. John Maynard Keynes, the economist of destiny, who structured the post-WW2 financial reconstruction, famously said, “In the long run, we are all dead.” But life’s grim reaper is one keen accountant, and even if we choose to ignore, intergenerational trauma will settle all accounts going forward.
“Intergenerational trauma” was a new concept to me until a few years ago when my wife, a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor spoke of it. Since then the term keeps popping up and it seems to define something of our zeitgeist. Some among us may claim this is just “a hoax from China” but scientific fact argues against brazen disregard.
Epigenetics is the science of how environmental and behavioral factors alter gene activity without changing the DNA sequence. The term “epigenetics” comes from the Greek word epi- which means “on or above.” Originally introduced in 1942, the field has grown rapidly since 2004, when the genome was fully sequenced.
Among its findings are that environmental factors can influence the health and traits over three generations through epigenetic change passed down via sperm and egg cells; the “transgenerational” effect impacts grandchildren even though they were not directly exposed to the original environmental factor. In other words, even the untold family stories shape who we are, and become.
“Beneath every railroad tie there lies a dead Irishman” is an adage describing the struggles of the Irish emigres. My father’s ancestors immigrated to the United States circa 1850. We do not have records, but believe the Mahany clan were from the city of Cork, in the County of Munster where the Great Potato Famine raged. Between 1845 and 1855 more than 1.5 million adults and children – all enduring trauma – left Ireland seeking refuge in America.
The railroads were major employers of the Irish, and the Mahany family followed that path. Daniel M Mahany/Mahoney, my great-grandfather, was born in Kentucky in 1860, the era of the Civil War, the Confederate South; intense tension among the Catholics, immigrants and the Protestant natives; machine politics and its rogues’ gallery of gang violence. As a laborer on the L&N Railroad his work must have been extremely difficult, and how he dealt with those tensions, or even traumas, once home is left unspoken.
My Father said little, next to nothing, about his family of origin and I can only wonder what traumas lie buried, untold stories of a painful past, but which still shape our gene pool. I am the third generation of Daniel Mahany’s child D.J. Mahany
One of five siblings, I process this neither in a vacuum nor by committee. The path of healing is deeply personal, each of us bringing to bear the untold complexities of our own lived lives. But plain is the historical record, factual is the science, and now is my moment.
I wonder if the turbulence of our times is not, to some degree, a long overdue reckoning of intergenerational trauma. There seems a purging of the collective id; the hypermasculine posturing, saber rattling of geo-political Oligarchs, the comic pretensions of World Wrestling Entertainment, all of which seem a masking of unhealed traumas endured and too long accrued. Mass violence marked the 20th century – the “century of genocide” – and I wonder if now comes the time when accounts need be settled.
My children are the fourth generation. My parenting choices have the potential to be liberating. Nothing can be more important to me now, at this stage of my life, than healing as the only thing that matters, that the future may be made more clear, centered in the light.
The Art Ark
Posted: December 13, 2024 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Portfolio - David's work, What is an Art Farm | Tags: animals, arctic, climate-change, consciousness, Friends School of Portland, poetry, polar bears, spirituality 1 Comment
Previously I have told the story of the Sea Monsters, which exhibit came to its end. The monsters were put up for adoption, and then a Friend, a lifelong artist who volunteered for decades in inner city schools, exclaimed, “You need to save the Sea Monsters!!!” She donated funds to cover the costs, which became the catalyst and the adoptions have begun. We delivered Peter the Polar Bear on Wednesday to a full school assembly at the Friends School of Portland.
Historians say Cleopatra’s arrival at the port city of Tarsus to meet Mark Antony, 41 BC, was the most splendid entrance in history. Plutarch described it as “Aphrodite had come to make merry with Dionysus for the good of Asia.” William Shakespeare used a translation of Plutarch to write his tragedy Antony and Cleopatra. Hollywood, 1963, created its blockbuster “Cleopatra,” forever casting Elizabeth Taylor in everyman’s memories. But in the eyes of a Pre-K cherub at the Friends School, the arrival of Peter the Polar Bear must have been every bit as grand. I share here the text of our presentation.
DAVID: I am pleased to introduce Peter the Polar Bear, one of seven Sea Monsters from the Carousel Cosmos, a public art exhibit that had been on display on Portland’s Western Promenade. The exhibit came to an end, and the monsters are now being adopted all around the state. Peter has come to live in the Pre-K room.
Dear Pre-K children, I want you to know that Peter is sturdy and stout. He is a bench.
- You can sit on his back and eat a snack
- You could lie down and take a nap
- If your teacher allowed, you could do a handstand on his head
- Or on your hands and knees, crawl and say “thank you and please…”
- listen carefully, perhaps he will reply…
- Peter is a gentle old Bear.
DAVID: Chris Miller is the polymath maker, the creator of the Carousel Cosmos. He will give a short presentation. But first, everyone please take out your bumblebee thinking caps…tie them on tightly…we will cross pollinate ideas, and with the help of the 8th grade students we will tell a story about circles and sharing.
How does a carousel turn?
STUDENTS: IN A CIRCLE
DAVID: How do planets in outer space move?
STUDENTS: IN A CIRCLE
DAVID: When Quakers gather to meet, how do we sit?
STUDENTS: IN A CIRCLE
DAVID: Peter is made of the wood of ash trees, locally grown. Ash trees grow in the woods here at the Friends School property. The forest teaches us of the circle of life:
STUDENT #1: “Biodiversity” teaches us that the greater the number of species, the more healthy is the ecosystem. Our property is on the border between Eastern Deciduous Forest to the south and Boreal Forest to the north; White Pines and Eastern Hemlocks are dominant on our property’s southern edge, while Hemlocks, Pine, Oak, and Maples surround the building.
STUDENT #2: American Chestnuts grow in our woods. Although devastated by a blight and almost completely wiped out in America, our Chestnut trees likely are sprouting from the roots of ancient trees that predate the trees currently growing on the land.
STUDENT #3: The white ash and black ash trees grow in the wetland corner of the School property. The emerald ash borer, a jewel beetle native to north-eastern Asia is an invasive insect that feeds on the ash species, decimating these trees. We continue to study this problem.
STUDENT #4: The mycellium network is spread throughout the entire forest, and allows the trees to communicate to each other. Mycelium breaks down organic matter to feed the fungi, plants, and other organisms and connects plants to transfer water, nitrogen, carbon, and other minerals. The strong trees share enzymes with the weaker trees, making the forest healthier.
STUDENT #5: In the circle of life, we can say
- The greater the diversity the healthier the community
- The strong help the weak
- And everyone prospers
- Chris Miller will now speak about more circles and sharing
Chris Miller then stood and spoke about circles and Polar Bears, shared images of his Sea Monsters, how they were designed, and stories of their past. He explained that Polar Bears may have lived where Maine is, but long long ago. A child spoke up and explained pangaea. Chris answered all the children’s questions. The room was silent, in awe as he spoke:
“Gather round. We are all made of the same atoms that the stars are made of too. We are parts of the universe that observe the universe. We are all living, sentient and curious together, here of all places and now of all times. What are the odds? How does it make you feel?
“This carousel is inspired by kindness, adventure, outer space, bedtime stories, dinosaurs and ice cream. It’s inspired by the Western Promenade’s endless views, spectacular sunsets and contemplative atmosphere. It spins the way that the earth spins when the sun sets, in a place where trolleys used to stop, in a small picturesque city with a school community that speaks more than sixty different languages.”
Chris shared images of circles from around the world, over hundreds of years, many people gathered together…
The Pre-K children unveiled a banner they had made:
…and then lead Peter out of the room, down the hall to his new home:
Volts and Arc
Posted: November 22, 2024 Filed under: Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Farming off the Farm, Little Green Thumbs, Permaculture & Home Renovation | Tags: Factory 3, line welds, MIG welding, tap welds, weld pool, welding 1 Comment
Recently my son and I took a MIG Welding class. Having no experience with welding we were absolute novices, eager to go.
We took the class at Factory 3, a local makerspace that provides work studios for artists, classes for the general public, a community to local makers. A vast open space, exceptionally well appointed with tools and equipment. Beau, the teacher, was superb, answering my many questions. Quickly arcing light was in our hands! There is no looking back.
MIG welding uses an electric arc, not fire. The arc is intense, so intense that it could cause sunburn or severe damage to the eyes; to protect our skin we wore a welding jacket and long pants, to protect our eyes an auto darkening helmet.
MIG stands for Metal Inert Gas, which is a process that fuses two pieces of metal together using 240 volt electricity and a steel alloy wire with copper coating. A constant voltage power supply creates an electric arc between the base metal and a wire electrode that is continuously fed through the welding gun, into the weld pool. A ground cable was clamped to the metal work table, and then positive electricity flows from the welding gun through the table.
The metal inert gas was 75% argon and 25% C02. The gas is non-flammable and serves to create a shield around the arc, preventing oxygen and water vapor from getting into the weld pool. Water would cause rust, which would make the weld fail over time.
Our tasks were basic, a series of “tap welds,” a temporary weld to hold the two pieces in place and a “line weld” which is the continuous weld along a joint, permanently fusing the two pieces of metal together.
The one hour class opened a new world of material and technique. Project ideas came flooding in. We have two staircases that need railings. Another class seems in the offing. A local friend who welds has offered to teach us more.
New materials. New techniques. Much to be made.
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Gardens are gleaned, emptied, final cabbage harvested, Brussel Sprouts alone remain. Soon we plant garlic, for a late spring harvest. A season of abundance has come to its end. We pause now for winter.
an Art Farm 