Full Flower Moon.
Inch by inch, row by row, gonna to make this garden grow...
That has been the kids goodnight lullaby since their beginning. Having sang that every night for ‘Drew's first 6 years and Chloe's 4, I’m thinking I don’t know another song by heart.
That really just could not be.

We are grooming ‘Drew as a silent gardener. No gas machines -only hand tools, and push mowers. A garden about growing rather than cutting. And always, later, about the process of decay.

It’s hard to imagine that with all of the safety gear kids are suppose to wear these days that they may actually get through an entire childhood without a skint knee. It’s just unnatural.
We do spend a lot of time protecting our kids. I reckon there are different buffers found at each generation. But why not give them the full catastrophe?


  1. They will get the full catastrophe sooner or later.
    We always allow the battle with it when we know we are ready. But the sooner the better.
    Then they develop the catastrophe minimization skills that become very handy in life.

  2. This makes me laugh and dates me but I showed pictures of my kid (age 4) riding a bike to a friend and she was horrified. It seems that I committed the ultimate sin. No helmet, no guards whatsoever. Who the heck rides a bike with all that gear? Well, it seems every kid now does. I came late to motherhood.

    SO there you go, sharing my catastrophe in the making.

  3. The full catastrophe...Yes, I reckon these things have been said many ways, but there’s something about Nikos Kazantzakis, a Cretan Greek, putting them into his own words...

    Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.

    I said to the almond tree, "Friend, speak to me of God," and the almond tree blossomed.

    We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

  4. Hi Jayne, Agree with you on the we-can't-protect-them-from-every-skinned-knee.
    On darkness: Perhaps we enter from it, but it is LIGHT we enter, and I believe when we die, we enter not darkness(though I wrote about such darkness in one of my plays, the one-woman "Show & Tell"), but a new kind. of. Light.
    Peace, woman.

  5. Had to post this, Jayne:
    the "word veification" was:
    and the second "word verification" was:
    Seemed oddly fitting, given ur subject matter here!! ;)

  6. Lisa, I agree.
    "You can't have a light, without a dark to stick it in." -J