The Rhythm of Our Days

All year 'round

THE SCHOOLBOY

 

I love to rise in a summer morn,

When the birds sing on every tree;

The distant huntsman winds his horn,

And the sky-lark sings with me. 

O!  what sweet company.

 

But to go to school in a summer morn,

O!  it drives all joy away;

Under a cruel eye outworn,

The little ones spend the day,

In sighing and dismay.

 

Ah!  then at times I drooping sit,

And spend many an anxious hour,

Nor in my book can I take delight,

Nor sit in learnings bower,

Worn thro' with the dreary shower.

 

How can the bird that is born for joy,

Sit in a cage and sing.

How can a child when fears annoy,

But droop his tender wing,

And forget his youthful spring.

 

O!  father and mother, if buds are nip'd,

And blossoms blown away,

And if the tender plants are strip'd

Of their joy in the springing day,

By sorrow and cares dismay,

 

How shall the summer arise in joy

Or the summer fruits appear.

Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy

Or bless the mellowing year,

When the blasts of winter appear.

 

--William Blake

from SONGS OF EXPERIENCE, 1794


My friend Misty posted this on her blog today. See Leaving a Legacy. I love the poem, love it's sentiment. The beautiful freedom of summer is the primary thing that got me thinking about a year 'round, life-learning routine rather than the traditional schedule. Because beautiful days and discovery aren't  contained in one season. And books and purposeful education shouldn't, in my opinion, be kept into such boundaries. Freedom is for all seasons, for all times, for all people. I love our rhythm that seems to strike a balance that allows for the savored joy of every season.

10:55 PM - Jun. 24, 2006 - post comment


Howdy, stranger!

I just read your comment at my blog and found yours. I didn't even know you'd done this! So lovely to read about your days. This site suits you.

Whenever I make pancakes or waffles, I think of you, ya know. Your buttermilk recipe is so awesome! Actually, I think I only have the one for buttermilk waffles. I'm still in need of one for pancakes, and the english muffins, too, if you don't mind!

Love ya, dear one!

Misty
PS Thanks for linking to my blog, LOL! I said to R, "Oh, Tia has the same poem as I put up last week--isn't that funny?" and then read on to see that you'd found it at my site! :-) I'm glad you liked it.

Anonymous - 8:57 PM - Jul. 6, 2006


Howdy, stranger!

I just read your comment at my blog and found yours. I didn't even know you'd done this! So lovely to read about your days. This site suits you.

Whenever I make pancakes or waffles, I think of you, ya know. Your buttermilk recipe is so awesome! Actually, I think I only have the one for buttermilk waffles. I'm still in need of one for pancakes, and the english muffins, too, if you don't mind!

Love ya, dear one!

Misty
PS Thanks for linking to my blog, LOL! I said to R, "Oh, Tia has the same poem as I put up last week--isn't that funny?" and then read on to see that you'd found it at my site! :-) I'm glad you liked it.

MistyKrasawski - 8:58 PM - Jul. 6, 2006


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Labels don't fit. Not 'homeschooler", not "unschooler" not "classical educator". We are a family. We learn, we play, we read, we fight, we laugh, we struggle, and we discover together. We shun the calendar and packaged curriculum. You won't find a "teacher's guide" with a schedule making me it's slave within these walls. What you will find is a group of people, sometimes rough around the edges, digging in the dirt to grow things, reading books to expand our minds, paint up to our elbows, chickens in the yard, something simmering on the stove, and maybe tea on the front porch....this is a record of The Rhythm of Our Days. Living, Learning, Laughing, and Loving.
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