Stealing the souls of children

“People pay for what they do,and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it very simply; by the lives they lead.”

James Baldwin 

My hand, the bay’s gift, returned

In the end, it’s the ground that will save us, if we are, or even want, to be saved.

We’re of the mud, of the air, of the water, of the sun. We diminish the folks before us on this once fine land when we “honor” these as metaphors.

We diminish our ancestors from our homelands who spoke of the spirits and the blurring of the lines between the living and the dead as autumn darkness presses on our souls.

Cliffs of Moher, County Clare (Aaron Logan via Wikimedia)

These are not simply metaphors or myths or models. They are ways to understand the world.

You cannot grasp a fistful of earth through a screen.
Augmented reality is neither.
We are stripping the souls from our children.

We become who we deserve to become.
But we should let our children decide whether a soul is worth keeping.

Winter is coming, again.

Test bunny

This is a test bunny–I have a couple that go around during exams. A very nice lady makes them for me.

Young adults clutch them tightly when they are stressed. I used to think they were talismans, but now realize I worry more about kids doing well on exams than many of them do.

Many just want to pass.

My test bunnies make stressed students feel better. I’m glad that they feel better, but wonder how hundreds of tests over much of their waking hours affects how they view the world.