14 December, 2016

Schooling on the Road




Schooling on the road has gone better than I anticipated.  Before leaving I had concerns (not so mindful moments) about less than motivated children when it came to academic studies while living on the road.  I feel a weight of responsibility when it comes to providing a good education. I just want to help my kids to reach their highest potential.

Of course much of their education is simply the experiences they are having. One of the beauties of children is that they are always learning.  Whether we are spending a day at the beach or at the market great questions arise (eg how do Jelly fish sting people? How do I say "bathroom" in Spanish?, What kind of fish is that boat fishing for?).  Their questions lead to some fabulous educational dialogue-  and the best part is that they asked the question so they WANT to know (unschooling).

As for the more formal academics, we have gotten into a routine.  The kids do reading, writing, and math in the morning- then they have play time or experience based education- ocean time, or  their jungle fort, or mural painting.  All of which have created some great learning.

The Mural work is a refurbishment of some art that was fading and chipping away from years past.  We only have 3 paint colors to work with red, yellow and blue.  Mixing has been so educational and fun.  It is still a work in progress.






29 November, 2016

Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico

Grandma and Grandpa joined us for a visit.

Surfs up.


You better watch out.

 We
Weathered in cold, rain and snow
Aged in the hot summer sun
Waiting to be reclaimed
We drift through joy and sorrow as one.

Our paint flecked off long ago,
Newness a fond memory
Cut down, worn, nailed through the heart
Then sanded smooth in new understanding

I’ve long had an affinity
For the provincial, rustic, yet firm
Helpmeet, partner, lover of mine
Did our love adapt, conform?
-HLC

23 November, 2016

Beach Yoga

Yoga with kids is nearly always an entertaining experience.  I love their creative ideas and movement.

06 November, 2016

Apache Junction, Lost Dutchman State Park, Arizona- Poetry

Simplicity
Not many things
Living Small
Life is good
We’ve really got it all.

We have each other
We have each day
Peace at our core,
Finding our way.

Creativity, Imagination,
Spontaneity, Meditation.

Hikes in the desert.
Feet in the ocean.
Sun on our faces,
Mindful motion.

I know deep within
I don’t need any “thing”.
Simply seek further light
And just practice being.

HLC



I AM 
As time passes by
A reality sets in.
The fear I once had of memories fading…  is happening.

Simple things that I never wanted to forget.
Like when you climbed up onto the kitchen table and ate an entire serving bowl full of pineapple.
Oh my sweet baby.  You earned your nickname “fruit bat”.

As these memories are getting further away from the surface I sense a distance.
A distance that stings me at the very core.

I want you baby.  I love you.  I wish I could hold you even if just for a moment.

And-  then I remember to come back to now.  Back to the moment.  
Live.  Breathe.  Be.
Elizabeth is printed on my heart, and there you always will stay-  And I will keep living, breathing, being.

I am strong.  I am a warrior.  
I live.
I breathe.
I AM.

HLC

26 October, 2016

4 Corners National Monument

Downward Facing Dog
In 4 States at once. <3 span="">

Adho mukha śvānāsana

A girl after my own heart. 


24 October, 2016

Arches National Park

United States of Yoga

Delicate Arch
04 November 2016
Pain in her eyes
Pain in her eyes.
Pain on her brow.
Living with out
her baby somehow.

Braving the dark
Seeking the light.
In Searching for truth
Her candle ignites.

“Life will happen,
No matter how I feel
Time marches on that’s the raw deal.
I will not waste my days
Stirring in thought.
I choose to be present
with all the wonder I’ve got.”

So, she keeps moving forward.
Honoring her bestowment
Relishing small joys
Living each moment.

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