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Two Special Poems about my dear Uncle Lefty

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When my dear uncle Lefty was in prison

          he wasn’t keen about Loop Quantum Cosmology at all

He was much more interested in the thickness

          of his cold prison cell wall

 

When my dear uncle Lefty finally left prison

          he wasn’t interested in visiting me nor my uncle Ed

He was more intent on staying permanently stiff

          and forever remaining dead

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[Note:    The attached photograph is either of my uncle Lefty (who may or may not exist) or of a model of a Neanderthal at the Chicago Field Museum.  Which is it?  I won’t tell you, but i do have a big smile on my face as this is being written.]

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          When my dear uncle Lefty was in prison

he’d secretly dig at his cell wall whenever there was loud thunder

           When my dear uncle Lefty finally got out of prison

the digging was all conveniently done for him(as he was six feet under)

My dear uncle Lefty (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

My dear uncle Lefty (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

My dear uncle Lefty (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

My dear uncle Lefty (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

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Chilling Halloween Creepiness…

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               I’ve got eight legs

you’ve got two

                      I’ve got eight eyes

you’ve only two

 

                    You run from us

and scream

                    but we’re much 

more afraid of you

 

                     You with your overpopulation

and polluting ways

                    are ruining this planet

We aren’t

 

                    With your hitting hatred

and your many armaments 

                    you mindlessly march in armies

We don’t march in any

 

                     So on Halloween

or on any other dark night

                    don’t run from us in hysterics 

It’s all so blatantly  ludicrous

Jumping Spider (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Spider (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Spider (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Spider (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Childhood Time and Beyond…

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Childhood time is a magical time)

      and it’s all about magic (really)

               life is

It’s so beautifully full of magic

               life is 

And youthful joy is that wonderment

      and that feelingcloseto

               sweet immortality

So many adults lose those wonderous moments

      drink to their bitter depression

      and go through the motions without

               ever being alive

?Why do they stop asking questions

?Why do they with starched faces

      cadaverously walk right past joy and beauty

I don’t ever want to grow up

I don’t ever want to grow up

I don’t ever want to grow up

Childhood time is a magical time

      and it’s all about magic

               (really

Silver-Spotted-Skipper (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Silver-Spotted-Skipper (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Silver-Spotted-Skipper (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Silver-Spotted-Skipper (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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If I Had Only a Few Desperate, Precious Moments…

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 My wife and i never had kids (because the world is way overcrowded with humans as it is), but we are concerned about them deeply.  If i had only a few short moments — or a bit longer — to tell a child what to care about, in life, here is what i would likely say:

 

Mistrust everything anyone has ever told you about truth… and find out for yourself.

Go beyond the dead symbols that they provided; be intelligently empty, stay young, and don’t lose your innocence (as so many adults do).

Don’t just look through the screen of what was taught; use thoughts often, but go beyond them.

Love the whole and not merely a few isolated parts.

Let effortless silence be your oasis from internal patterns that were planted in you by others.

Help others (so-called other life forms) to go beyond suffering.

Help (and care for) Mother Earth; she is all we have, and many are making her sick.

Ask serious questions beyond merely comfortable answers.

Don’t be ordinary (even if it is more comfortable and easy to be ordinary).  

Never lose that youthful feeling of eternity (that most adults have lost long ago).

Perceive with (and “as”) dynamic emptiness without a mere center.

Look without mere separation between you and what is perceived.

Perceive with a warm heart, not merely (as so many do) with a cold mind.

 

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[These are fish in a large pond in our area.  There is a small creek that flows into the pond, and the fish love to hang out by the mouth of the creek to get oncoming food and to enjoy the current.  I like how one of the fish — unique, with the purity of white on its head — in the top section of the video is (especially) enjoying a burst of water current, creating surface swirl!  There were many more fish than what is seen in the frame.]

Fish of Gold. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Fish of Gold. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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8 x 8 = 64

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When i was a child, i was the scissors, the paste, the glue, and the papers.  

We were instructed to (each one of us) cut out a small paper kite and attach it to a big pegboard on the schoolroom wall.                                                                                                                                The teacher stated that whoever learned their multiplication tables to a certain                                                                                                                                                                 level would be allowed to raise their kite higher to a corresponding level.                                                                                                                                                                              I cut my kite into a grotesque shape.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Our teacher asked me why (while i was good at art) i made my kite so distorted                                                                                                                                                           and “out of shape.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         I told her that i did not want to have a nice kite that would appear to soar higher                                                                                                                                             than the kites of all of my friends.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I refused to learn the multiplication tables.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I remember, at that young age, thinking that my teacher was very crude and                                                                                                                                                         unrefined for asking us to compete in such a way against each other.                                                                                                                                                                                   After a couple of weeks, the teacher allowed me to learn the multiplication tables                                                                                                                                                       without having to place my kite on the bulletin board.                                                                                                                                                                                                           Years later, as a young adult, i visited (and worked for 6 wonderful months) in Perth,                                                                                                                                                   Ontario, at a magical place called “Family Pastimes.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                 They, at Family Pastimes, are caring vegetarians who make and sell cooperative (non-competitive) games.                                                                                                         Play together, not against each other.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     When i was a child, i was the ringing of the school bell, the giggling of boys and                                                                                                                                                                 girls, and the accordion-like, crushed paper coverings for plastic straws.

[Familypastimes.com]

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

 

 

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Many of us value rather cadaverous things…

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Many of us value rather cadaverous things.  So many value fancy possessions and excessively large houses that they are fond of showing off to others.   It is likely, however, that the intrinsic intelligence of the vast universe doesn’t give a rat’s behind about fancy possessions and elaborate, ostentatious houses.  Real value is in what is free… like integrity, compassion, and pristine, uncorrupt perception.  However, so many of us were miseducated to neglect those “deep and profound” things and, instead, were taught to chase after rather superficial things that must be “earned and acquired over time.”  (They are valuable-garbage-things; in other words, they are “valuable,” but they are — if you are of deep perception — essentially worthless garbage.)  Aspects of the real beauty of integrity, compassion, and uncorrupt perception are that they are beyond the greedy clutches of grasping and “earning” and so are (in a big way) beyond time.  Most people chase after the contrived, superficial shadows while failing to see the true value in what is timeless and alive.  They are caught — while the real jewels of life elude them — in showing off their dead, shadowy treasures to each other… trying to impress.   

Before i retired, i had, as one of my students, who — though having mental retardation and though being severely multiply handicapped, including being blind and having paraplegia — had a great sense of humor and a very caring disposition.  He never displayed any hatred or malice toward anyone.  He often stated, “I love everyone.”  He never displayed any pretentious behavior; he never — though handicapped, he was more gifted than most of the other students — flaunted his abilities, and he never wanted much, but he was always happy, always joyful and caring.  He would always joke around a lot — he was a great member of our Royal Order of the Moose Club (similar to the Royal Order of Racoons on the Honeymooners show) — and he would often laugh and be zestfully living. He recently passed away.  I spoke at his funeral service to those who attended.  Many attended… because he was so genuine and pure.  He was my teacher (in a big way too); i learned a lot (about goodness and about value) from him.

Miseducation magnifies false values, portraying them to be precious.  It also often overemphasizes competition rather than joyful cooperation.  Real education goes beyond false values and transcends separation, vanity, conflict, pride, imitation, racism, hatred, competition, environmental indifference, and fractional perception.  

 

[Note:  Many years ago, when i was young, i visited, worked at, and spent a lot of time (6 months) at Family Pastimes in Ontario, Canada.  The people there live in a marvelous, very beautiful rural area (with wild bear and beavers), are vegetarians, and they make and sell cooperative (non-competitive) games.  They have been making and selling exclusively cooperative games for over 40 years.  Check out their website sometime; you will be glad you did!  www.familypastimes.com]

Spicebush Swallowtail (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Spicebush Swallowtail (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Spicebush Swallowtail (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Spicebush Swallowtail (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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(Multi-Photo)*** Accepting and living through shadows…

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We learn to imitate from the earliest age, and (unfortunately) most of us continue to imitate throughout life… never going beyond mere reaction.

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Profile of a nature lover (1).  Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Profile of a nature lover (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Profile of a nature lover (2).  Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Profile of a nature lover (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

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Looking through the glasses that they gave you…

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Don’t be a second-hand, hodgepodge mix of what others (in your life) programmed you to be; perceive directly, without mere conditioning and pre-programmed reaction.

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[Together for eternity…  A pair of 50 million year old spiders fossilized in Baltic Amber.  The male is on the left.]

Together forever... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Together forever… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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(Multi-Photo) *** Lost in a dark quagmire of fragmentary details…

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Psychological blindness educates others to be content in the dark; illuminated minds educate entirely differently.

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Showered by illumination (1).  Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Showered by illumination (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Showered by illumination (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Showered by illumination (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

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On competition and rivalry…

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Schools and educators would do well by putting much more emphasis on cooperation rather than on ruthless competition.  T(ruthless) competition bestows a mentality that leans more toward domination and indifference.  Cooperation confers more learning in terms of helping, consideration, sharing, and kindness.  Perhaps one of the reasons our world is going to pot is that so many are just out for themselves (accepting a crass, dog-eat-dog mentality).

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[The gills of the mushroom help support each other (as the whole).]

Not competing.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Not competing. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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To all children…

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Don’t lose your innocence.  Don’t ever merely crave to “fit in” with the crowd.  Don’t ever fear “being made fun of” or fear “being rejected.”  Stand alone without being a slave to “what they think.”

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[Here we go ’round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go ’round the mulberry bush,
So early in the morning.]

So early in the morning... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

So early in the morning… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

 

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Beyond all that soggy sponginess…

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Real learning is not merely absorbing.  Real learning involves multi-faceted wisdom, consideration, profound passion, penetrating perception, and transcending inner/outer conflict.

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[Close to the edge…]

Close to the edge... down by the river... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Close to the edge… down by the river… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

 

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Beyond the same old stuff…

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We must not merely inculcate children with mechanical, stale facts… but teach them much about compassion, empathy, and green energy.

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[Sanddragon Dragonflies prefer to lay their eggs in streams and lakes with sandy bottoms; their larvae burrow into the sand.  The abdomens of these dragonflies are of a unique shape.]

Sanddragon Dragonfly cooling off.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Sanddragon Dragonfly cooling off. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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The small and frail…

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If you bully the small one… you are bullying the whole, bullying life’s child.

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[A Hover Fly and a couple of other small insects on a wild Chicory Flower.]

Little and frail.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Little and frail. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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A true teacher is a “learning assistant” and fellow learner… not a manipulator or puppeteer!

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A true teacher is a “learning assistant” and fellow learner… not a manipulator or puppeteer!

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[This is a red Harvestman… often called a Daddy-longlegs. They have no venom and are harmless to human beings.   Harvestmen have what are called Chelicerae, which in spiders are hollow in order to deliver venom, but in Harvestmen they are primarily used to grasp food; no venom is involved.]

Not a Mommy-shortlegs!  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Not a Mommy-shortlegs! Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

 

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We teach kids math and spelling… but we don’t try enough regarding crucial and vital education involving empathy, compassion, and…

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.     We teach kids math and spelling… but we don’t try enough regarding crucial and vital education involving empathy, compassion, and sensitivity.

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Easter will be here soon!...(Wild Rabbit) photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Easter will be here soon!…(Wild Rabbit) photo by Thomas Peace 2014