Westen started learning to play bass guitar for World of Chaos about six months ago.
The band leader’s mom put together this collage of all their shows and it’s amazing to look back on this half year.
Six Months of Chaos
Christmas Eve with Boys
As often as my sons get bruised and cut, it’s not too often that we end up in the hospital.
This collision with a trampoline calls for a few stitches. Every urgent care walk-in near us was closed, so here we are, in the emergency department.
Seeking the Cold Ground
I’ve been off my Wif Hof Method breathing routine lately, but spent a few minutes early this morning scrambling to get the trash cans to the curb.
Before I made it back inside, my feet were sticking to the pavement with every step.
Scott Horton on a Sunday
It can’t be repeated enough how much the American government is responsible for the chaos in Ukraine.
They’re Always Lying
From the Syrian “prisoner” to “Russian collusion,” the corporate media lies about everything.
Stay Curious
My grandfather, David, is 93 years old. His mind and memory are failing, but his curiosity remains inspirational.
Isaac had his first public performance on the trumpet and David was fully engaged with the music and the kids in the ensemble. He had questions for all of them and thoroughly enjoyed the answers.
Isaiah 57: Death for a Believer
Romans 8:38-39 KJV — For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Isaiah 57:1 KJV — The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
Mary’s birthday is in a couple days.
This is a complex chapter, but offers me comfort in knowing that she has been taken away from the evil of this world.
Unschool Dividends
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to teach our children how to change a tire. It wasn’t part of a life skills curriculum or plan, it just happened.
Last night, the car they were riding in got a flat. Without hesitation they got to work and resolved the problem without adult guidance.
Recognition
I’m scraping away at a stubborn feeling of unworthiness. My therapist has been super helpful in providing little practices to incorporate, while guiding me to discover necessary connections.
I’m allowing myself to recognize the gifts I’ve been given by God. He has seen fit to make me a weirdo. I’m attracted to fringe ideas and people. This has given me the opportunity to create space for others to explore their weirdness.
I’ve known this for some time, but I’m now recognizing that this is what makes me effective at spreading the message of unschooling.
I have another chance to speak at a homeschool convention and I see it as a chance to lean into my weirdness. I’m looking forward to crafting a hopeful narrative to help other homeschoolers reject their assumptions and consider a more voluntary learning lifestyle.
I Gotta Build
But instead, I get caught up in sorting.
