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The End and The Beginning

My littlest son came stumbling into the kitchen this morning, giving me a cheery “Good Morning” hours before his big brothers will roll out of bed. I was already downstairs because I snuck down early this morning to get some work done.  I figured it was my best chance for productivity today. Despite the fact that it’s New Year’s Eve, our weather is lovely so the rest of the day will involved hiking the trails and heading to the park—not the best place for my laptop! So I rose early and tiptoed downstairs to write.  And to enjoy a peaceful morning, drink hot tea, and listen to birds sing in the background (presumably about this wonderful weather).  What could be nicer?
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It’s also the day for those pesky resolutions.  I haven’t put any on paper yet, but the ideas are tumbling around in my head. If I have extra time today, I’ll be checking in with my favorite bloggers to see what they’re saying.  I love a little sisterly inspiration!  How about you?  Do you resolve?  Or eschew the very idea?
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Thinking forward prompts me to look back. As I do, I know that one of the best moves I made this year was joining Meagan Francis’ writing class, not only because Meagan had lots of wisdom to share—although she does—but also because my classmates are such smart, interesting women.  Our interests and life experiences are diverse which gives a depth and breadth to our class that I cherish. Here’s a shout out to some wonderful women bloggers and writers—check them out this year:

Hoobing Family Adventures

Powers of Mine

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My 2012 wish for them:  all they can imagine. Plus, a little luck and lots of joy.
Happy New Year!

Words, Glorious Words

My kids hate vocabulary homework.
More specifically, they detest my insistence that they occasionally—and I mean occasionally—use an actual dictionary rather than their favored online version.  “That is so dumb, Mom,” my oldest will complain.  No one uses that kind of dictionary anymore, “he insists.  “What’s the point, anyway?”
It’s at moments like these that I love to share the wisdom of experience.
First of all, my dear child, plenty of people still use a paper dictionary.  Why only yesterday I heard Steve Kleinedler, executive editor of the American Heritage Dictionary (one of several I own, by the way) being interviewed on NPR.  Enough of the 300 million people in America use a paper dictionary to justify new 7+ pound version, ten years in the making.
This is not to say I don’t use an online version myself.  I do.  I use both, depending on the day and what I’m looking for.  And I don’t mind if you use an online dictionary, too.  But I want you to be able to search through a print dictionary; I want you to use it some of the time.
Second, son, there is a point.  There are several reasons, in fact, that I’d like you to occasionally peruse the pages of American Heritage or Webster instead of click-click-clicking your way to a definition.  A few worth mentioning:
·      Memories.  Although you don’t realize it now, when the gray begins to sneak into your hairline and you’re parenting children of your own, there will be times when you suddenly recall something from long ago.  This memory will seem to come out of nowhere, but its genesis is really a scent or a tune or a phrase that instantly morphs you into a younger version of yourself.  When that happens your lips will turn up at the corners as you remember something you’d long forgotten.  Turning the pages of a dictionary is one of those things.  It’s a tactile experience.  The feel of the page and the smell of the ink will stay with you and one day, you will open the hard, heavy cover and smile as you think of these days.
·      New words.  As I sat down to write this post, I grabbed the closest dictionary and looked to see what was near where the skateboarding term “ollie” will be in the new edition.  There, I found “olla,” which I have never heard before, but is a noun that refers to an “earthenware pot or jar with a wide mouth.”  What I’ve found, over time is that once I see one of these words, one I’ve never heard before, I begin to notice it.  I see it in print or hear it on the radio.  Huh, I think.  Maybe I did hear it before, but I didn’t recognize it, so my brain just skipped right over.  I’m not suggesting you need to read the dictionary every day, but learning a new vocab word now and then never hurts.
·      Pictures, Ideas, Thoughts.  I am here to tell you that an online dictionary will not draw your attention to a new word or usage of a word with its non-existent pictures.  When looking for “ollie” I thumbed through the “P” section and saw a picture of Prometheus, which got me thinking about mythology.  One thought led to another and soon I was thinking about schools teaching mythology, then about schools pushing for more rigor at every age, and then about whether all of this supposed rigor really helps kids develop the critical thinking skills that will help them be agents of change in the future.
So, you see, son, thumbing through the dictionary is about a lot more than how to spell words.  You’re welcome.

The Journey, by Mary Oliver

photo credit: Simon Cocks

Sometimes we read for enjoyment. A little sunscreen and Jane Green makes for a lovely afternoon at the beach.

Sometimes we read for information, because Lord knows we need help rearing teenagers and stripping wallpaper.

And sometimes we read because words inspire us and provoke thought and spur us to live this one life more fully.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”

 If you haven’t been moved by words lately, reading The Journey, by Mary Oliver, ought to do it.  I’d quote the entire poem here, but I’m not sure what the rules are about doing so, and you know me, Rule Follower.  So click over.  Take 2 minutes and read The Journey.  Read it again, if you like.

Friday’s almost here; Ms. Oliver’s words are food for thought for all of us as we run around doing whatever it is we’ll be doing this weekend.  And then, tell me, does it resonate for you?

Is there another poem that makes you think?  One whose words climb off the page and into your psyche, visiting you again and again over time? Will you share a link?

Happy reading!