Saturday, January 31, 2009

Fire and Ice

Saturday scenes from around the farm. Sunlight on frozen fields brought Spenser’s poem to mind. I can’t help but continue to reflect on the mystery of this Divine Romance, how His love can melt the coldest heart and make diamonds out of hearts of ice.

"My love is like to ice, and I to fire:

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how comes it then that this her cold so great is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

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but harder grows, the more I her entreat? IMG_2848

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not delayed by her heart frozen cold,
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but that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold?



















What more miraculous thing may be told that fire, which all thing melts, should harden ice:
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And ice which is congealed with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?

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Such is the pow'r of love in gentle mind

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that it can alter all the course of kind."




















Poem by Edmund Spenser, photography by Prairie Chick

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sanctity of Life.

A few days ago I wrote *THIS* over at the Schoolhouse. This evening I stumbled across the following video of John Piper. Here is my figurative contemporary Lincoln. Pray people. We have not because we ask not. We CAN change the world, by praying for God to soften hearts and bring common sense to the insanity. If people would have given up hope for change in the face of black oppression Obama would never have risen to presidency. If emancipation is possible, a change of heart about abortion is possible too. Prayer is our weapon, love our ammunition.

And The Winner Is.....


RORIE, submitted by Mildred. I'm a pushover for name meanings and "the right fit" and "Red King" for this flame point ragdoll tomcat who is the king of the cat harem (ahem)... well, you can't get more appropriate than that! I love so many of your names and will keep them on tap for future cats. If I use your name I'll be sure to let you know and send you a prize too!!! Thanks for playing everyone, that was fun! Mildred, drop me a line at prairieprologue@gmail.com so that I can mail your prize!!

Memories

If memories were sparrows and my soul a tree,IMG_1862my boughs would be laden with memories of thee;

and the Love that first sought me.

If memories were raindrops that pour down in May,IMG_4407each droplet would have something lovely to say;

of the Love that ransomed me.

If memories were snowflakes drifting down in December,IMG_0890each gentle flake would bid me remember

the Love that is waiting for me.

Prairie Chick.

Check out The Great Poem Caper at Seedlings in Stone for the idea behind this poem.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

On Pom Poms and Procastination...


I'm workin' on something new. Not because I have it all together but precisely because I don't. Come on over and check it out HERE.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Of Life and Liberty


"If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong." Abraham Lincoln.

But lest we forget, injustice is injustice;

"While the North was free soil, it was hardly a paradise for blacks. Racial prejudice was a fact of every day life. Most Yankee states had enacted strict "black laws." In Illinois... blacks paid taxes but could not vote, hold political office, sit on juries, testify in court or attend school. They had a hard time finding jobs."

How quick we are to see the injustices practiced by others. How blind to our own. Remember, it was the "paying taxes without a right to vote" that was a huge motivation behind the american revolution out of which was birthed the Declaration of Independence. What of the adamant absolutism that "All men are created equal," and that all are entitled to "Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness."?

How ironic is it then that in the Dred Scott case of 1857, the court ruled that Congress had no power to prohibit slavery in any of the nation's territories, because that would violate property rights guaranteed by the self same Constitution. Scott was a slave who sued for his his freedom... The court declared that as a black man Scott was not and never had been a citizen. He was not entitled to the rights spelled out by the Declaration of Independence. Slaves were private property, the court said, and Congress could not pass laws depriving white citizens of "the right of property in a slave."

How flabbergasting, sobering and gut wrenching. What a bigoted, blind and depraved lot is this race we call humanity. And as it was then, so it is now. Just substitute the lives of precious babies of all races for the blacks and we are still facing the same stupidity and blind reasoning today as then. Lord have mercy. Raise up an Abraham Lincoln to fight for the life and liberty of precious children that are classified as "property" of a woman's body by our present preposterous policies.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Dear Prairie Chick

I interrupt my regular poetry, pictures, prose and periodically preposterous ponderings for a post devoted to your questions, tags and awards (thank you!). Be sure not to miss the Name That Cat Contest. Any ideas on a prize for whose name gets picked? Wracking my brains trying to come up with a good one.


QUESTIONS.

Dawn asked how I became a christian. There was a lady who would come and pick me up for Sunday school when I was just a little girl, I think I was around 4 or 5. I don't remember her name, or her face, but I do remember the pictures and stories of Jesus at Sunday school and the faith that they planted in me despite my life with a completely secular, single teen mother. I can never remember NOT believing in Jesus, and not feeling safe and loved by Him despite a very traumatic childhood. He was always there for me, even when noone else was. And I mean that quite literally. When I look back on certain circumstances and situations and try to imagine my own tender children in those same situations my heart just seizes up. How true it is though that God works all things out for good in the lives of those He loves and has called according to His purposes. I know I wouldn't be who I was today without the specific series of circumstances I have grown out of and grown from. I can only attribute my faith and salvation to Him and give Him humble thanks. "Becoming" a christian has not been something I can mark by dates. I believed from as far back as I can remember. I was baptized at a young age, I'm not even sure what YEAR it was to tell you the truth, and it doesn't really matter (I think I was six). All I know is that my love for Him and trust in Him grows stronger and truer each day. He has always been there for me, and never failed me. I am thankful to know that this will always be the case.

Savannah asked; "How do you manage homeschooling, on a practical level, with the little ones around. " Finally getting to this one Sav... I posted it over at *The Schoolhouse*

Grammy asked; "How is it doing the chores in that weather?" NOT FUN. The sheeps water freezes over in spite of being in an electrically heated dispenser. The cats whiskers are all frosted over despite the heat lamp in the barn and their litter freezes up in big clumps at the bottom of the litter boxes. I had to do a double take today when I thought I saw a FIRE in the horse corral... smoke wafting up like there was a little bonfire or something... one of the horses must have just taken a dump and walked away and man did that produce some smoke in those frigid temps!

Linda asked; "I see you are signing your name on your photos now. What program are you using?" That was my first ever post written in Windows Live Writer thanks to the set up help of my internet savvy girlfriend Berry Girl. It's a free program that allows you to compose your blog posts offline, insert photos, urls, watermark your photos and a whole bunch of neat stuff. I am so excited about it because it makes it so much easier for me to upload my photos, move them around within the body of my post, plus the cool watermark feature.

TAGS
I was tagged by Leanne at *Fireflies in the Garden* for the Fourth Photo Meme. In which you open the fourth picture in your fourth picture folder and post it for viewing. Lo and behold my Ragdoll tom from this spring's litter who, poor thing, still doesn't have a name.
So to spruce this tag up a little (cause that's just the way I play) how about a naming contest? Oh yeah. I'm liking the sound of this. Name that cat. Nominations are now open.

AWARDS

Amy at *Zoes Splendor* awarded me the

award which I in turn pass on to *Mom and Us*.

Sarah at *Beauty in the Mundane* awarded me the When Life Hands You Lemons Award. This award is passed to bloggers for showing great Attitude and/or Gratitude. I'm so thankful for this lemonade stand, because it is a reminder to me of how far He has brought me (from a negative attitude to a positive one). Thanks Sarah. I pass this award on to Katrina at *Simple Life Moments*, because she is a girl after my own heart.



Katrina at *Simple Life Moments* awarded me the
award which "acknowledges the values that every blogger shows in his or her effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values every day." I love that. I especially love how it recognizes this is true of EVERY blogger in our own individual, special and unique ways. Therefore, I award this to EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. *grin*. And I really mean that. Don't just leave it sitting here. Take it and pass it on to fellow bloggers in your life who enrich you just by sharing their stories.

Noreen at *Life Blessings* blessed me with the
award which just lit up my face with a smile because it is in Portugese and I could read it without needing an explanation. This award recognizes that “This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. " I would like to pass this award on to Dawn at *Dawn Writes*, because she has become a "more than blogging friend" whose emails I cherish and who sent me the yummiest Texan coffee via mail *grin*.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Homeschooling With Little Ones

This post is in response to a question I have received three times in the past couple of weeks. How do I manage to homeschool multiple children (this coming from people who only homeschool one and find it so time consuming they wonder how they can teach three or four children) with little ones in the mix. Here is how things look around here in a nutshell.

1. I focus on getting my basic chores done first thing in the morning while baby is awake. Everyone 2 and up is involved in this process from wiping down counters, to sweeping floors, making beds, etc.

2. I wait till the littlest’s morning nap to start school.

3. I start my fourth grader on her math first thing so that I can focus on the younger kids subjects while she is busy with independent seatwork (for the most part).

4. I combine kids in certain subjects regardless of age gaps. My 4 (just 5) and 6 (almost 7) year old are combined in science, history and poetry readings. I do their combined subjects first and then again, get my first grader started on her math so that I can concentrate on the youngest for his math and language arts. In total my preschooler only has about half hour of seatwork.

5. During this half hour my two year old is working in his own coloring and activity books in his booster seat at the table with us. When my pre-k’er has completed his work they move into the living room to watch 1/2 hour of kids shows until my first grader is done her seat work. At that time she (little mother that she is) plays with the kids until lunch. In winter this involves crafts, games or just free play with their books and toys. In summer they play outside.

6. Once I have finished seat work with my first grader (around 11:00 am) I then mark my fourth grader’s math and move on to science and history readings with her. By the time we have finished these two subjects it is about noon and I start her on her Language Arts seatwork and go to get lunch ready.

7. After lunch we all take a 30-45 min quiet time and this is when my daughters do their readers, I lay down on the couch with my 2 year old and read, he looks at a book till he falls asleep. My four year old plays quietly in his room and the baby is usually still napping (or going down for his second nap when very small).

8. After quiet time I take care of the baby and get him changed and fed, while supervising daughter as she finishes her language arts.

9. That’s about it, besides the fact that we do family read alouds in the evening after supper if we are home (so Daddy can participate), otherwise, if we have an engagement in the evening, I read to the kids between 3 and 4 and then start making supper at 4 pm.

10. When my babies get older and don’t sleep so much they play in the room with us, either in a jolly jumper in the doorway when they are 4-6 months, or in an exersaucer after that or just sitting in the high chair next to me with some finger food and baby toys. Usually they are quite happy to just be near everyone.

11. Yes, there are inevitably times when the baby doesn’t sleep and wants to be held. I’ve learned to relax and that that is okay too.

It’s a constant adjustment of schedule and approach each year as I add new kids to the mix and as they move up in grade levels (I find that the student’s work takes an extra quarter hour from pre-k-grade one then an additional hour every year after that), thus my fourth grader spends about four hours doing school where last year she only spent three, and my first grader spends one) but so far it has never been overwhelming, and I have always had babies and toddlers in the mix. You forget that the kids you started teaching first get more and more independent and that they help with other kids and housework too. When they are young you think you will be solely responsible for EVERYTHING and then you learn as you go that it is a family effort and it all turns out just fine. Take courage.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Beautifully, Bitterly Cold

Just in case you’ve ever wondered…IMG_2671

what –47 degrees celcius after wind chill looks like.IMG_2667

Well, now you know. IMG_2670

It may be pretty…. IMG_2665

but it sure ain’t fun.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Frugal Travelers

There is no frigate like a book To take us to lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!
Emily Dickinson

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

and miles to go before I sleep....

-- Robert Frost

Heidi, this one's for you. I am guessing from your comment in the TMT questions the other day that this poem must strike an inner chord with you as well. There is beauty, melancholy, angst, hope and determination all embodied in these four simple yet haunting stanzas. All things that I recognize and struggle to keep in balance in my own life, especially on those "darkest days of the year". How thankful I am today that "the promises" and the "miles to go" are harbingers of hope and expectation.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Portraits of a Prairie Chick

My friend Chris posted this self portrait challenge a few days ago on her private blog. Her series of photos brought such a grin to my face, that I promised I would do it when I got my memory card back (long story, I've been walking around sans camera for over a week now if you've been wondering why the shortage of fresh photos). Well... you are about to get your fill. for life. of pictures from me. of pictures of me. This is quite uncharacteristic of me but I have to admit it was CRAZY FUN. Seriously... I double dog dare you to do the self portrait challenge. You don't have to caption the pictures, I just couldn't resist giving voice to my facial expressions... I devote the following to Prairie Guy, who puts up with and loves me and all my expressions. He's the best.
What?Whatever.

eek

Ack

are you serious?you can't be serious...

you're pulling my leg... you're serious.

I don't know....

I'm a little skeptical...

so let me get this straight....

you're telling me...

truly?

You know where liars go?

I can't believe you just said that! ho are you in trouble!

wait a minute, wait a minute

What did you just say?

ooooohhhh... this is getting ugly

oh *I* started it did I?

I did not say that!
You are incorrigable!

okay, now you're making me mad.

Huh?

I'm the one who has problems?

oh... that's just cruel.

I don't like where this conversation is headed.alright... you asked for it.

you take that back right now.before I totally lose it


What. are you for real?

you are a real piece of work, ya know?

You are the only person who can make me go from this....

to this.and that's why you are the perfect man for me.

and I of course am perfect for you too.