Welcome to the Bonny Glen

ASL Sign Lookup

Our Family Rule of Six

  • Six Things to Include in Your Child's Day:

    • meaningful work
    • imaginative play
    • good books
    • beauty (art, music, nature)
    • ideas to ponder and discuss
    • prayer

    A Lilting House post explaining the Rule of Six:

    Whence It Came






My Bonny Clan

  • Jane, 13 yrs old
    Rose, 10 yrs
    Beanie, 7 yrs
    Wonderboy, 4 yrs
    Rilla, 2 yrs
    baby eagerly expected in January

    and Scott, the love of my life

Books by Melissa Wiley

Looking for the Lilting House?

More Than You Ever Wanted to Know About Us

  • Twitter Is a Kind of Daybook

    • Oh the Cute
      www.flickr.com

    Poetry Corner

    • FERN HILL

      by Dylan Thomas


      Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

      About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

      The night above the dingle starry,

      Time let me hail and climb

      Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

      And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

      And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

      Trail with daisies and barley

      Down the rivers of the windfall light.



      And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns

      About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,

      In the sun that is young once only,

      Time let me play and be

      Golden in the mercy of his means,

      And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves

      Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,

      And the sabbath rang slowly

      In the pebbles of the holy streams.



      (read the rest)










      THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
      by William Butler Yeats

      I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
      And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
      Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
      And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

      And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
      Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
      There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
      And evening full of the linnet's wings.

      I will arise and go now, for always night and day
      I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
      While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
      I hear it in the deep heart's core.



    Rings & Things

    « Win a Free Microscope! | Main | This Is Going to be Fun »

    May 05, 2006

    Atmosphere

    (Part 2 of The Not Supermom Series.)

    The Deputy Headmistress directed me toward this post at Dominion Family, and I have come to trust the DHM's recommendations.

    Writing on the importance of educating both mind and soul, Cindy says:

    "This does not mean I shy away from rigorous study. I love rigorous study. It is just that I don’t confuse taking a test with learning. I try not to forget the things that can’t be measured: poetry in the heart, deep discussions, time for thoughtful reflections, love of beauty, the fellowship of suffering, the euphoric feeling of using the right word, honest toil, gentle breezes and warm days."

    Beautiful, and right on the mark.

    This is exactly what I am getting at when I talk about striving for a joyful atmosphere in our home. As Cindy points out, Charlotte Mason has a great deal to say about the importance of "atmosphere" in education: Education itself, she says, is an atmosphere; it is a life. "Atmosphere," writes Michele Quigley,

    "is many faceted, from the actual physical aspects of the home to the tone and spirit of family life. In creating an atmosphere of learning, the child has easy access to the materials needed. Books are put where the child can get at them, art supplies are easily reached and musical instruments placed in a special but accessible area. There are beautiful art prints to look at and beautiful music with which to inspire the mind and soul."

    There it is again, that mind/soul connection that Cindy spoke of in her post. I am reminded of Madeleine L'Engle's Austin family (Meet the Austins, The Moon by Night, A Ring of Endless Light—which last is one of my three Most Deeply Moving picks from Semicolon's recent booklist). Life in the Austin household means symphonies booming in the background during housecleaning, family in-jokes about literature and art, animated dinner-table discussions about The Big Questions of Life, evening sing-alongs, a house furnished in books, and car rides punctuated by quotes from ancient philosophers. I wonder, sometimes, just how much my own idea of family life was shaped by my multiple readings of that series during adolescence. I reread them all last winter and found myself grinning at the depiction of an atmosphere I've been striving toward in my own home for some ten years. Well looky there, I thought. Here I've been trying to Meet the Austins in my own living room, and I didn't even realize it.

    I gave a talk once about atmosphere in the Little House books, for after encountering Charlotte Mason's writings, it struck me that a large part of what appeals to me about Laura Ingalls Wilder's books is the atmosphere that suffuses the Ingalls home—no matter which little house they lived in. Here's an excerpt from the talk:

    The atmosphere of love and family bonding is so strong, so pervasive, that when you read about this family, you want to be a part of it. And while I'm sure Ma and Pa Ingalls had plenty of off days that didn't make it into the books, the warm, loving atmosphere of the home they created was consistent enough enough to inspire their daughter to put her childhood memories down on paper so that they would never be lost. Look at the things that stick in Laura's mind all the way to her 60s:

    —Pa ruffling up his hair, playing mad dog;
    —Pa telling stories as he greased his traps or made bullets—stories Laura never forgot;
    —Ma making vanity cakes for Laura & Mary's party;
    —Ma letting the girls share the grated carrot used to color the butter on churning day;
    —Pa's music, right down to the words of the songs he sang;
    —Ma putting aside her work to play games with the girls during the terrible three days when Pa was lost in a blizzard.

    That last one is one I think about a lot. Imagine how hard it was for Caroline to keep calm and cheerful under those circumstances. I think she must have seen it as her duty to maintain that atmosphere of serenity and cheer for her children, lest they be consumed by fear for Pa's safety. How would I measure up in the same circumstances? Would I allow my worry to let me grow sharp with the children? Or would I throw myself wholeheartedly into the task—because it is work—of maintaining an atmosphere of love no matter what?

    We all know how hard it can be to maintain that atmosphere. A mother's mood is the air her family breathes. When I become cross, impatient, distracted, so does everyone else. My mood can poison the atmosphere or sweeten it: it is up to me.


    Tags: , , , , , ,


    TrackBack

    TrackBack URL for this entry:
    http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d83451de3969e200d8348d08e153ef

    Listed below are links to weblogs that reference Atmosphere:

    Comments

    Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

    Fabulous!! How we can get so caught up in all the filling of our dear childrens minds when their hearts are calling out to us- even harder to look at when we know better!!
    What an encouragement!!

    Beautiful. I'm going to be thinking a lot about atmosphere over the weekend. I'm thinking it needs a bit of a rejuvenation!

    That last thing, about Ma's attitude keeping the children from undue worry-we are a soldier's family, and our soldier is recently returned from war. His job is a front line one, so he was regularly in mortal danger, and all of us knew it. We prayed for him often and together, wrote him lots of letters and drew lots of pictures. The children hardly ever worried. There wasn't any need. Though I didn't sleep soundly for nearly a year because of worry, my children never knew it, and continued on blissfully. They are able to make incredible changes on a regular basis without concern, because I never let them know that life is scary. Even if their daddy is stressed, they are unconcerned if I'm not. Mother's attitude counts for everything; never underestimate your power.

    Verify your Comment

    Previewing your Comment

    This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.

    Working...
    Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
    Your comment has been posted. Post another comment

    The letters and numbers you entered did not match the image. Please try again.

    As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.

    Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.

    Working...

    Post a comment

    About This Site

    • This blog has moved to Wordpress!


      This is the former site of Here in the Bonny Glen. All old posts and comments have been moved to Wordpress. Please join us there!

      To update your feed, click here. Search this blog:




    Recently Read

    Categories

    Meta



    • Butterfly image above from:

      Listed on BlogShares
      MetaxuCafe