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On All Hallow's Eve...

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The ghosts and goblins, and Laura Ingalls and Cowboys, and Pippi Longstockings and Space Cowboys, are up to tricks and de-treating you on this day, All Hallow's Eve.

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Halloween (and its various other transformations) is one of those holidays that fascinates me for its historical significance through history. It marked a time in the year's cycle for many religions and societies. It was a time of harvest, a time of ghosts & faeries, a time for the year's renewal, a time of mystery. Centuries ago, people were in the fields threshing their harvest before this day. Their work was long and arduous. They put food by for the long winter months ahead. Around the time of Halloween, a day or two were set aside for reflection and celebration; for acknowledging their hard work and welcoming the long winter ahead.

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Now, as I begin the hunkering down for winter, I take stock of my current harvest: my children carving pumpkins with their Dad; impromptu costumes for both a school festival and trick-or-treating; the coming holidays; cooking (my favorite time of year for it); and a brand new winter full of the magic of snow---something quite new for my children.

On this Halloween, we welcome our own "new year" in our own new lives.

Read more about the history of Halloween:

All Hallow's Eve

Hallowe'en

All Saint's Day

Samhain

Day of the Dead

An anniversary of sorts.

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I find it hard to believe that six months have passed since our whole world shifted on its faulty axis. Six months of turmoil. Wow. I still catch a glimpses of pictures from before last spring; in our old house, before I knew what I know now. I find it difficult to glimpse those pictures----a reflexive flinch when I do. No, I don't desire to live in the shadow of a lie but still, there is a bit of bliss in ignorance.

Categorizing filled these last few days. What means more. What to let pass away. What to give up to get that. I still have a couple years of college to complete my degree. Yet, I probably possess enough skills to land an "adequate" job. (Adequate often translates to brain atrophe for me). My gutt, and what I believe is my lifeforce, tells me to finish my degree-----to possibly teach or work in child advocacy----writing behind it all. But, money is scarce and my children need me present, positive, and there for them. It's all a juggling act and I don't know how to juggle.   

So I continue to sort. To categorize. To wonder.

A New Coat for...

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My Mom bought my daughter a new red coat today. She's very proud of her coat----a coat that makes her look like she's 25!

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And new knee-highs, too. Just a couple little pick-me-ups for a girl who seems to be having a difficult time adjusting to all the changes in her life.

Hardships not as difficult as Anna endured but still challenging. We chuckled a bit after buying the coat because of its similarity to one of our favorite books in our library: A New Coat for Anna. The book details the difficult process of obtaining a coat for Anna during the meager years after WWII. It effectively describes the processing of raw goods to a finished product in clothing manufacturing in an approach that children can relate to. Just to produce a wool coat back then was such an endeavor and included so many people: the weaver, the spinner, and the tailor. It's a wonderful lesson for children...

I still have my linen.

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There is a rather selfish side of me that wants to perserve this coiled up bolt of goodness for something...   Something; that obscure refrain of mine that inevitably results in my finding a plastic bin of goodies that have been biding their time through the presidency of the elder Bush with nary the light of day. Translation: they never amount to anything because they never meet my criteria of worthiness.

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And here I introduce another member of the preservation club: my bolt of natural linen. I love this twisted piece of goodness. It sits idly by in the closet, and when times get bad, I  pull it out and remember the good old days when I could afford to buy a bolt of linen for future whimsical projects. Well, really I couldn't afford it, but I did.

Anyhow, after my moving nightmare described by my antique and thriftstore obsessed brother as, "from hell," I realize I need to start using my stash. Nothing like a life crisis to highlight your vices for all the world to see.

The holidays quickly approach, and as I watch my bank account dwindle down to, and dwell in, the single-digit category, I realize my salvation this year is handmades from my stash.

So, I ask you, dear clever and creative crafty-friends, what do I do with this linen? In all honesty, I don't have the time to sew up 10 different Peasant Aprons----I'm now a single-mom and college student! Alas, I tapped the wonderful tissue holder resevoir last year. I have yet to pick up embroidery needle and thread since my move but that doesn't mean I'm not up to an embroidery all-nighter. But what to do with my embroidered pieces?

So tell me, what do you think?

Appreciation. And NaBloPoMo

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I worry about the level of whining I share on these pages. I know everyone has problems in varying levels of severity. And I recognize that I carry a enough negative baggage right now to outfit the average world traveler, but my intention is not to pass on my "goodness." No one needs more baggage of this kind.

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Most emphatically, I try to focus on the good.

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And where would I be right now without Mother Nature's splendor all around me. No matter what dilemma or challenge faces me on any given day, I can step outside, into the sun, and look at the mountains.

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I can look at the fall's slanted golden light through the clear skies and marvel at this generous gift that costs nothing but the will to appreciate it. And then I take a deep breath and I say thank you for my children, our health, and the comfort of a home to return to each day.

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That's all I can do right now.

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****Oh, and blog everyday, apparently. I joined the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo: see sidebar) for November. Have you joined? If so, leave a comment on this post with your NaBloPoMo name and I'll add you to my friends-----because everyone needs friends!

A surprise party.

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Today, I threw a party. For myself. A Pity Party.

Not like the other parties I've thrown----and I've thrown a lot. Let's see, there was the surprise congratulations party for my Mom's graduation from nursing school, my husband's 40th birthday party only a little over a year ago. And kid's parties... well, don't get me started. Finding sticky lollipop sticks stuck to the toilet seat and lego boxes with an old piece of cake at the bottom didn't phase me. All in a day's work for the hostess.

But, today's party was impromptu---a sort of reaction to the day's events. It all started with the discovery of my overdrawn bank account. The party's "mood" was elevated from a lengthy discussion with my bank's customer service representative---she really knew how to party. Before I recognized the signs of a surprise pity party in the making, the festivities were fully underway.

There was entertainment: my recounting all the mistakes I've made in my life and replaying pivotal moments. There were refreshments: buttery popcorn with way too much salt and a sugar shot to the veins from a regular Coca Cola (haven't had one of those for a long time). The pity party mood slowed a bit then----with the sugar & caffeine effect---- but soon enough, as the sugar waned, the party atmosphere regained its momentum. There were even games like "Let's Find a Job on Craigslist---with the bonus challenge of lack of experience, working around children's schedules, and going to college all at the same time." I wasn't able to master that game. Maybe it would have helped if I had a partner.

I think I like kid's parties better. At least there's candy left over.

Healing remedies.

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Constantly, I am thankful for my children's enthusiasm for life's magic and mystery. Even through my own logical (and sometimes cynical) outlook, I get lost in their magical beliefs and their view of the world around them.

Recently, we found this fun book at the library...

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The Secret Remedy Book: A Story of Comfort and Love.

My daughter went right to work, preparing her remedies. First up, a long walk to see something new...

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Strange, I haven't visited these falls so near our house since my own childhood. It was a wonderful little adventure and a pleasant surprise.

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My kids wondered at this old building with the water flowing underneath... Are there ghosts in there? Why does the water flow in and out like that?

Something new on a long walk. First remedy accomplished. More to come.

Wild horses can't be... found!

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This past weekend, we went in search of wild horses. Apparently, there is a herd that lives on BLM land in the mountains east of here. The mission was a good excuse to get the kids out into the wilderness.

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We found fresh tracks in the mud and "signs" of the horses. My daughter studied the tracks to determine the direction of the herd's movements.

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In the end, we never found the elusive wild horses but we found a finely honed treasure from the past. On a steep slope, my Mom spotted this arrowhead partially submerged in the dirt. The discovery sparked a discussion of the Native American tribe in the area, possibly Northern Paiute.  We speculated on the tool's intended target. We settled on deer only after the kids offered up rabbits, rangeland cattle (a bit of a history lesson followed that one), and chipmunks (?). The methods for attaching the arrowhead to a spear were discussed and evaluated.

We all walked in silence amongst the tall grass and yellow Tamaracks while we imagined the area back when the arrowhead was lost to time.

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History was ever present in our minds during our journey, with reminders along the road and amongst the trees.

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Old abandoned cabins and homesteads dot the landscape if one takes the time to really look.

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We will return to look for wild horses again. However, my daughter wants to bring a lasso next time!

A long & serious post

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Let me preface this with, first, I went back and forth about writing this post, and second, my intention is not to scare people nor create a society of mistrust. In fact, I am a very (sometimes too much so) trusting person.

I wrote most of this post after I went to a child abuse training program (Darkness to Light---excellent info) for a college course I'm taking. To complete a large and involved college project, I am in the midst of compiling child abuse statistics and information, as well as working with a local child advocacy center. I compartmentalize all of it and go on to my other tasks; my other projects.

However, when I read *this article* about child abuse in schools, I felt compelled to post this information. The article verified what I already learned in my 'Darkness to Light' training...

The Facts

*** That perpetrators of sexual abuse often go unnoticed, or brushed under the rug.

*** When abusers go unnoticed, their background lacks vital information for future employment and child-related volunteering; therefore, they will continue to work with children. Sure, run a background check on Mr. So & So, he might be a child molester but he lacks a criminal history. And the unfortunate truth is that these abusers will seek out positions of employment, or volunteer-ism, to be near children.

*** Those same perpetrators have no hope of recovery or assistance without the recognition of their problem. Without victims, their advocates, or the public, confronting and forcing them to realize their problem, they will continue to abuse children.

Educate Yourself   And that's where education and knowledge comes in. When I went through the training, the instructor informed us that each of us would prevent 10 abuses from occurring just from our own knowledge of the issue and sharing the information. I am sharing it here. Share it with others.

Often in our society, child abuse, and especially sexual abuse, is not a topic of open discussion. Yes, we know it occurs, but it's as if we feel it's an inevitable part of our society-----one that doesn't afflict our inner-circle. Yet even if we are fortunate enough to have not gone through it ourselves, it does affect us all----as a society. And, in reality, it is widespread, and the statistics are mind boggling. Think about the numbers that follow. Think about the effects of these numbers. One victim estimated that she spent over $100,000 in therapy to overcome her childhood abuse. And therapy is the positive approach, for often the victims of child abuse go on to be abusers themselves; or alcoholics, drug abusers, criminals; all disorders that drain our society. It truly affects us all.

Now I am aware of the problem and what I can do as a responsible adult and parent to help prevent it.

Stewards   I respect the 'Darkness to Light' philosophy: that as adults, we have a responsibility to children---we are all stewards of children. In the past, the focus on sexual abuse prevention was geared towards children (eg. "good touch, bad touch"), however, children (especially very young children), do not have the social framework, nor the maturity, to know what is acceptable behavior. This new philosophy focuses on adults preserving the one childhood our children have, whether it is our own children, or the children in our circle of life. 

Statistics

  • 1 in 4 females, and 1 in 6 males will be a reported victim of sexual child abuse.
  • Most child victims never report their abuse.
  • 80% of victims are abused by someone they know---- family members, or trusted family friends.
  • 80% of sexual abuse occurs in a one-on-one situation between an adult and a child.
  • 1 in 5 children are sexually solicited on the Internet.
  • 70 - 80% of sexual abuse survivors use drugs or alcohol abusively as adults.
  • Our prisons and mental facilities are filled with child abuse victims.
  • Most child abusers actively seek out situations that allow for abuse-----therefore, they might become teachers, coaches, youth group leaders, etc.

Prevention

  • Keep an open dialog always with your children from an early age on about their bodies----that means using anatomically correct names for their body parts and modeling good care of your own body. Tell kids that it is "against the rules" for adults to touch them in an inappropriate way (this means you will need to inform them of what is appropriate and inappropriate). Tell them that adults should not force them into uncomfortable situations.
  • Tell your children about secrets; that there are good secrets and bad secrets. Good secrets are things like birthday gifts and fun surprises, and it's acceptable to keep these secrets from parents, for the sake of fun. Bad secrets are ones that make someone feel really bad. Tell them that when an adult asks them to keep a bad secret from their parents it's not okay (***the use of secrets is often how abusers set up their victims). **I also think about family secrets here----like how uncle so-and-so likes to drink beer through his nose and it's embarrassing to share with others... There's discretion to consider. I think kids know when something is a "bad" secret (more so than adults). I really focused on this part of the information----any time another adult asks a child to keep a secret from a parent, especially a secret that isn't a fun or a positive one, I think it's cause for alarm.
  • Try to avoid situations in which children and adults are one-on-one----especially where someone cannot quickly check in on a child. Just be aware...
  • Follow your instincts and instill this belief in your children. The older I get, the more I realize my instincts are right on. If a situation doesn't feel right, error on the side of follow-through, even if it means putting yourself out.
  • Know that abusers often place themselves in situations where they are around children--- be aware.
  • If you're in doubt about someone but you don't have proof, make it known to that person that you are checking up on children. For instance, if you have a question in your mind about an adult, give the adult cause for alarm. Tell the adult that you will be "stopping by" anytime or that the facility you work for has zero tolerance for inappropriate relationships-----perhaps you might mention you have been involved in a past situation where abuse occurred and you are hyper-sensitive about it. Remember that abusers often seek out situations that are the easiest for them to identify and abuse victims-----as an adult, make it difficult for them. Make them worried.

I realize this is not whimsical and fun reading here. I know it might seem insurmountable and beyond the scope of our lives. However, I hope by that relaying some of this information, one less child will be a victim of abuse.

A book meme...

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Susan tagged me with an interesting book meme.

Here's the meme details... You open the book you're currently reading onto page 161 and post the fifth sentence on the page, then think of 5 bloggers to tag.

It's interesting, because in the removal of just one sentence from an entire book, the reader's focus is placed on just the words and their syntax. A sentence is curious without its context.

My book? One of my college course's required reading: Go Down, Moses by William Faulkner. Now, I know I'm supposed to love this book; Faulkner is a must-read for anyone who considers themselve literary by any measure. However, I'm finding the reading difficult. In fact, I had to employ a "dumbed down" plot summary (thank you internet!!) to determine what the heck was going on in the story...

Anyhow, here's the sentence (enjoy):  "The Sam Fathers whom the boy knew was already sixty---a man not tall, squat rather, almost sedentary, flabby-looking though he actually was not, with hair like a horse's mane which even at seventy showed no trace of white and a face which showed no age until he smiled, whose only visible trace of negro blood was a slight dullness of the hair and the fingernails, and something else which you did notice about the eyes, in repose and not always then---something not in their shape nor pigment but in their expression, and the boy's cousin McCaslin told him what that was: not the heritage of Ham, not the mark of servitude but of bondage; the knowledge that for a while that part of his blood had been the blood of slaves." Yes, that is one sentence!

I'm tagging:

  1. Heather: Beauty that Moves
  2. Tiennie
  3. Megan: The Scent of Water
  4. Angelina: Dustpan Alley
  5. Grace: Uncommon Grace

And, hey, if you don't have the time, nor the desire, to do this meme, no worries...

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