|Baptismal crosses and Icon of the Nativity.|
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
I cannot believe I am about to write this. I guess we are an internet age when leaving a forum hurts like this. The Hive was my safe place. Not because the posters were perfect and we all agreed, but because the moderators seemed to have great boundaries. I do not know how they did it, but I was so proud of them. They did not shut down every thread, discussion was allowed and even when threads were shut down there was humor from the mods.
Fast forward to yesterday; yes, I started a thread knowingly against board rules. There had been numerous little rules violations going on for a week or so. No single one was a major violation or tattle worthy issue, but in total the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense and stressful. Maybe not for every one, but definetly for myself.
So, I tried to start a somewhat humorous thread with a gentle reminder that there were some rules guiding the forum. I knew it would get deleted and I reported my post myself so that the mod could find it quickly and take care of it. I am not saying what I did was the best course of action, but I made the best decision I felt comfortable with. What happened next was quite shocking for me.
The mod not only deleted the thread (which was perfectly understandable) but, proceeded to blame me for all the extra work I had made her do. I am sorry, but I did not cause her more work. Other people made their own choices, but the only thing I was responsible for was my post. To blame me for all the extra work is a bit like blaming the member of a family who identifies a problem....as being the problem.
From there the mod proceeded to post a visitor message on my profile. Something anyone can see. This is blatant intimidation and public shaming. For many this would not be a big deal. For me it is. I do not feel safe in an environment where authorities wield their power in this way.
I am sad about the loss of support and relationships I had developed. Thankfully, I made many wonderful friends who I get to continue in relationship with.
Edited: Here is the message I sent the moderator. And her response. Guess I am supposed to consider the treatment as some sort of Christmas gift.
Re: In regards to deleting my thread
Edited again: I did receive an apology for posting the message to my visitor board. I was told it was an accident. I was then informed that the "Merry Christmas" comment was not meant to be snarky, but to diffuse. I have spent some time thinking about this and honestly I just don't buy it. Maybe the visitor messaget was an accident, but the "Merry Christmas" was not kind in anyway. It is just illogical to think that it would be. I did try to discuss with the moderator the bind many are finding themselves in. That they are banned when they report posts. She wouldn't hear it. She insisted that it was not happening.
So, while I got the apology, it rang with a hollowness that leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
I wish people would realize that there is actually strength in admitting inperfection. It is okay to drop the ball, just be honest about.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
|Our very long driveway.|
|Part of the front yard with a small view of horse pasture.|
|Close up of the ponies!!! It is so nice to have them right off the back porch.|
|Dasa and the puppies getting ready to feed the ponies.|
|My view out the back mudroom towards the stock pens.|
|Standing at the stock pens looking towards to back of the house.|
|This is beyond the stock pens towards the back acerage.|
|A close up of the tree I thought looked pretty in the fog.|
|Part of the front acreage. Pecan trees.|
|More Pecan trees.|
|The front view of the farm house.|
|The one lone cow I could find in the fog!|
Monday, December 12, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
This is my quiet, contemplative, youngest son whose nickname is "Stealth Baby". I loved the peacefulness the two of us were enjoying before his older siblings decided to grace us with their boisterous presence. I remember waking up early just to play with my She-Ra dolls and Trollz in the beautiful, prismatic branches of my own childhood trees.
With these fond memories, of Christmas past, warming my heart I glanced down at my little boy. The industrious building had stopped and he settled into a seated position right in front of his masterpiece. He just sat there, controller in hand. What was he thinking? What was going through is 6 yr old mind? Did he fear it wouldn't go?
There was a deep, deep breath and then I watched as he bowed his little head and crossed himself. He straightened, sat as tall as he could and pressed the, "Go," button on his controller. My heart melted taking in the sweetness of his glittering eyes on the train, "Choo Chooing," around the base of the Christmas tree.
Some of you may ask why this is so special. Well, my family is going to be baptised into the Orthodox Church in a couple weeks. Even though I have had a year to explore this branch of Christianity, sometimes fear creeps in. What am I thinking? Is this best for my family? Does it work?
....then I have moments like that morning. Catching a glimmer of Living Orthodoxy, through the actions of a 6 yr old boy!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
This new season brings opportunity as well. A chance for them to grow new friendships and bonds. Experience new experiences. To grow and mature. A chance for me to hone some craft projects I have put on the back burner and even progress in new pastures. It is exciting and scary and the right thing at this moment.
So, I lay down the mantle of "homeschooler," pick up the cloak of "afterschooler," and embark on a new adventure!
Friday, July 8, 2011
The Edible Cell-Anatomy and Physiology
Here is the beginning of our "edible cell" activity!
Just keeping it real with the middle stage chaos!
Placing the "almost finished" cell in some hot water to loosen the edges.
The one on the right is inverted onto a dessert plate.
.....and the chaos resumes!
Monday, June 27, 2011
You can buy the whole kit pictured above, but I needed to add my own creative spin on things. I printed off cards from this site http://printable.tipjunkie.com/pocket-chore-cards-printable-chore-charts/ on colored paper. Then I ran them thru my Scotch laminator. My husband bought and cut me 4 wooden plaques for each of the children. Here is what things looked like when I was in the middle of this project.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I cannot put into words what I am going thru spiritually. This has been a roller coaster of journey. Sometimes I think I am crazy, "What am I doing?!" rings thru my head. But there is no going back. Where would I go? Nothing has come close to offering the depth of healing and spiritual life that I have found in the Orthodox Church. For awhile I wondered if we could just adopt some of the ancient faith practices and incorporate them into the Protestant Church. The only problem with that is that it would be another 1500 years before I could experience the deep layers that I can submerge myself in the EO.
This was never more clear to me than on Pascha. Coming into a dark church, processing around the building, and then walking into the brilliant light, bells ringing, chandeliers swinging it was like being transported back in time. A peaceful confidence began to bloom inside my heart, the calm knowing, "I am HOME!"