A lone reed.
Did you know the Winter in the Pacific Northwest is not exactly the hotspot for Grom Surf? The boys have met a few other
crazy dedicated surfers. Stoked. The rush of it all. It sort of becomes who you are. Changes what you do. What you think about. How you view the weather. Rinsing out wetsuit gear, drying up long towels, chatting up the coaches talking about the waves you caught and then ones that rolled on to shore without you. Hours. Hours of videos. Trouble is – the average 12 year old isn’t talking about it.
I love this lil blog. I don’t have what I’d consider a large readership. Since you’re here – I love ya, and thank you for stopping by. I like to share our life. Transparent. Show how we live this life that is so different than the mainstream. However, in town, and in most circles – I’m the only blogger. Heavy Blogger. I love to share on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Share not just mine but others. Trouble is – when I get together with a group of girls, and they talk about their lives and their occupation – they sort of look at me like I grew a third head or like I’m speaking another language. Comments on how I might be damaging the boys by putting our life out there.
This is a tiny town. We are building up a lil group of famlies. Trouble is – there are very few teens. The last couple of months we’ve met families in transition who are not going to public school, but their life isn’t really 100 home learning. Taking a much needed break. I like to plan. Prepare. Dream. I listen to the boys and try to gather resources anticipating their next adventure. Books and movies on Greece. Biology. Electronics. Poetry. Trouble is – in town, there really isn’t anyone to share these ideas with.
Oh I have a lot of friends who like the idea of nature. On an 80 degree windless day. Or from the views of a DK book by the fire with a latte. In the rain? Fog? Muddy trail? When the water is cold? When the rocks are wet? When the air temp freezes your ears while waiting for the birds to flock back to your open space? Taking children away from their electronics to be outside? Fitting in Nature as a priority instead of a field trip held only for after? Trouble is – I’d love to do more walks with others who share my passion for naming all things out of doors.
Ya. Re – reading her books this week snagged from the .99 cent Kindle deal. I feel so inspired. I wish I had large sections on index cards. Every time some one would struggle and ask a question I’d look through my card file and hand them a solution. Trouble is – it’s a bit more work. It’s not pre packaged. It’s hard to explain how it works out in real life. Hard to assure people that it is right for high school. If you have not experienced it – it is impossible to understand.
Again – I have an insatiable love of the Word. I see it as 100 percent true. Word for word. I believe simply. If a guy needs to come around to ‘explain it to me’, then I don’t believe what he says. If it’s in there, I believe it. I it’s not – why bother. I really have not met many who are not colored by experience and upbringing to change what the Word says.
And this morning – I was in my room. Quiet. Reading the blogs and FB posts of so many friends gathering online. Feeling the joy. Thinking of being a lone reed in my small neck of the woods.
A group of friends who love to surf came to mind and I got excited for our next training or fun day.
I looked at posts by so many friends who are chatty online and am thankful for communities to share our passions. Appropriately – On Line.
And I am thankful for the communities that have large groups of homeschoolers, and look forward to a Valentine Party today and a mom support group on Friday. And I see Sally Clarkson’s face. She encourages me to be the experienced mom with these young ladies. It isn’t just about finding my boys play dates, but to come along side them and help them.
And I think of those who love Quests, and Beach Walks, and Beach Combing and Fishing.
Of those who are walking out more of Charlotte Mason than they think.
And of my body of believers in town who LOVE the Word, and are passionate about the free love of Christ – and know that it is interesting to read passages from all different perspectives together.
And I am happy.
Not a lone reed.
But one lone reed in a pond full of beautiful cattails. Season by season, changing and growing and putting in nourishing roots.
Thanks for reading – You’re my favorite.