It is about 10:00 am. Just came in from the still frozen day - the temperature has gone up from 24 below zero to about 5 below. The animals' water frozen solid after just two hours. Everyone made it through the night, I don't know how they do it, but they do. I gave the goats a little more hay, as I imagine their bodies have to work harder to stay warm. I know mine does.
Being outside for just ten minutes, feeling the raw cold against the small part of my face exposed. Feeling the insides of my nostrils freeze and hearing the squeeking of the snow as I walk.
As I go about topping of the frozen water buckets with hot water, I am thankful to be able to feel this extreme and to appreciate the power of nature.
These thoughts lead me my annoyance yesterday which really probably shouldn't be but was. Yesterday we received a letter that Emmy is now preschool age (she is 3) and there will be an upcoming meeting for us to attend and then later that evening the school principal left a message on our phone informing us of the same. Now I don't think there is anything wrong with preschool in and of itself. But what I do think is wrong is centralized government funded education. And what I also think is wrong is people just doing something because either it is available, it is what they perceive to be expected of them, or because that is what most people do. The more hours we put children in climate controlled and mass curriculum controlled agendas, the more I worry about the ability of the child to appreciate the wonders of nature, develop the ability to think for themselves, and I also wonder if all the time away from home somehow contributes in some degree to the breakdown of family.
The sad part is that we (as a society) are doing this to our children by not questioning and not demanding more. More autonomy, more involvement, local control.
We are giving up our freedoms one small step at a time.
Have you watched the movie, The Giver? Did you notice any similarities to our society today?
Let's not give up - let's feel the raw cold, the scorching heat, the warmth of a three year old 's body next to yours while snuggling on the couch reading a book, the joy when your six year old reads his first words.
Just because the experts say it so, doesn't mean it always is.