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The Mud Pie Mission: The Transference of "Why"
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The Mud Pie Mission. Tuesday, June 7, 2011. The Transference of "Why". It’s funny. I actually wrote a story about Maudslay. I wanted to allow the children to choose their own adventures so I just walked past the puddles. Of course, they did not; and how could they? They stood together at the edge of the most. Energy). He had one question after another. Rapid fire (as I am very accustomed to). But what I was not accustomed to was that the exchange—not unlike water— flowed somewhere. We didn’t get st...
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The Mud Pie Mission: Philosophy of Puddle-Jumping
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The Mud Pie Mission. Sunday, May 20, 2012. Early May brought much-needed rain to Newburyport. The grass I was trying to grow out front sprouted! We laugh a little easier, and we release some of the built-up pressure of daily life and all its responsibilities. For Henry, maybe it’s his effort to write his S. Will face forward when the time is right, and sleep will eventually come without the soothing sensation of the “ba-ba.” We’ll get there. Someday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Comedy of Berries.
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The Mud Pie Mission: Life and Limb
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The Mud Pie Mission. Sunday, April 22, 2012. Go climb a tree. I mean that in a nice way. Go climb a tree, and pay attention to what happens to your body. By the time we feel the gentle pressure of a tree limb pushing back against the soles of our feet, our arms already know to reach for the next branch. Our eyes move up and around taking snapshots through the web of boughs so they can send the images back to our brains, where plans are calculated to keep us safe, but ever-climbing. In an alternative real...
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The Mud Pie Mission: Mission Impossible?
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The Mud Pie Mission. Sunday, June 5, 2011. Level of connection with “the outside world.” I guess what I’m talking about is extensive, unstructured time in nature. The kind where time itself slips away as you watch lady bugs crawl up and down a tree trunk, or find yourself competing against yourself to see how many times you can get a rock to skip across the Frog Pond—when all you intended to do was to go for a walk. I knew there would be no turning back. June 7, 2011 at 9:10 AM. A Comedy of Berries.
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The Mud Pie Mission: Pinwheels at the Beach
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The Mud Pie Mission. Tuesday, June 14, 2011. Pinwheels at the Beach. It was an overcast 50 degrees outside today, maybe even cooler—definitely cold. At Salisbury Beach. But, it was also a gloriously windy. Day and I knew the gusts would feel even stronger seaside. So this afternoon, after preschool let out, to the beach we went to play with the wind. Henry wondered if it were really possible to be carried up to the moon by the wind—and suggested we try it with Sadie. However, we did not. Finally, after H...
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The Mud Pie Mission: June 2012
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The Mud Pie Mission. Thursday, June 21, 2012. Postcards from West Chester. After a happily uneventful 875-mile road trip across. 8217;s I-90, around. And then down I-71 through middle. We arrived safely and in good spirits to my hometown of. Where super stores and chain restaurants now outnumber the cows that provided the backdrop of my youth. But some things here will never change, like the free feeling I get cruising up and down the peaks and valleys of. A couple days ago we scouted out a playground off.
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The Mud Pie Mission: Seagulls Don’t Like Lettuce
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The Mud Pie Mission. Sunday, July 31, 2011. Seagulls Don’t Like Lettuce. Different, and more bird-brained. For one thing, we’d picked up “freshly made” Subway sandwiches and Doritos for our picnic dinner. And for another, the tune we’d been rocking out to on our drive was “Sunglasses at Night” (we’re in a collective Corey Hart phase right now). I thought to myself. 8220;Don’t feed them,” I said. “If you feed them, more will come.”. 8221; But it was too late. Henry started throwing food to the gulls ̷...
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Snork Dorks | landsnorkel.com
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Poem and Collage by one of our Snork Dorks – Karen Stevenson! An Unusual Hotel Greeter. Posted in: Snork Dorks. I was greeted by this female Peregrine Falcon nested on a ledge outside my hotel window in Silver Springs, Maryland, sitting on 4 eggs. I was lucky to get an out of focus, fast shot of the male giving her … Continued. Harry Howard and Barbara Batey: Montana. Posted in: Snork Dorks. Whitney Tilt – Snork Dork, First Class. Posted in: Community Posts. Mendocino Coast July 2014 – While landsn...
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Speaking & Consulting – The Grass Stain Guru
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The Grass Stain Guru. Childhood was meant to be messy. Speaking & Consulting. Grass Stain Guru Videos. Speaking & Consulting. Bethe Almeras, The Grass Stain Guru,. For additional information and pricing, email Bethe@grassstainguru.com. 8220;Bethe weaves a powerful and clear message with a flair for fun! She paints pictures with words and leaves you with images of a better world for kids. Bethe’s message is part inspiration, part challenge, and wholly delightful.”. Play is Not a Four-Letter Word. Bethe is...
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The Mud Pie Mission: May 2012
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The Mud Pie Mission. Sunday, May 20, 2012. Early May brought much-needed rain to Newburyport. The grass I was trying to grow out front sprouted! We laugh a little easier, and we release some of the built-up pressure of daily life and all its responsibilities. For Henry, maybe it’s his effort to write his S. Will face forward when the time is right, and sleep will eventually come without the soothing sensation of the “ba-ba.” We’ll get there. Someday. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Comedy of Berries. I adm...
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