Here we are at the least celebrated and least recognized cross quarter day of the year.
Yes folks, it’s a holiday! Today is Lughnasadh (also known as Lammas or First Harvest). Get out your festival wreaths, bring in the first of your crops, figure out where you’d like to live for the winter, try out an anonymous marriage for a year and a day or contract out your children into marriages of their own. (Okay, perhaps not those last two.) This day, like so many seasonal celebrations, is also traditionally a day of craft fairs and of games and contests of skill and strength. What better mid-summer pursuit than a badminton or bocce ball match?
Of course, like all festivals, the important piece is the gathering. Even if Lughnasadh means nothing to you, doesn’t it just offer up a reason to hold a lively Summer soiree? (Truth be told, it doesn’t actually mean much to us either. We’ve just been researching festivals of late and, in trying to create a stronger sense of community and tradition in our disconnected, modern, urban lives, have enjoyed recognizing and celebrating each of the changes of season as well as the seasonal mid-points with family and friends.)
Today we will celebrate the first grains of harvest (albeit not our own since we don’t actually grow grain) by baking bread over our bonfire. If you’ve not tried this before, it’s a tasty and fun way to prepare bread out of doors. While it’s possible to bake over a fire in a dutch oven or even a regular camp pot, it’s so much more fun to roast what is often called stick bread or campfire bread.
Begin by preparing dough using any bread recipe (even a sweet bread or cheesy variety will do). While waiting for your campfire to burn down to hot embers, whittle away the bark from one end of a hardwood stick (for the length that the dough will wrap around it). It’s possible to roast the dough over an open flame but, as is also true of marshmallows, a more even, less erratic cooking will occur over coals away from a giant blaze. When the fire is ready, pull small biscuit sized chunks from your dough and roll them into little sausage shapes. Insert the prepared stick into the center of the dough roll leaving the end closed and proceed with the baking. Depending on the heat of the embers, hold the bread 6” to 10” above the coals and rotate the stick regularly. Ours have taken 10-15 minutes depending on the thickness of the bread and the heat of the fire. They’re done and ready to peel from the stick and fill with your favorite spread when they sound hollow when tapped. They’re so delicious and a great, non-sugary alternative to the requisite camping marshmallow treat. (A baked good camping luxury any day of the year.)
We’ll enjoy them with the other fruits of our early harvest and perhaps a lively game of Toss-the-Frog. Happy Lughnasadh to you all!
Easy Campfire Bread Recipe
(If you're not into all that kneading and waiting for dough to rise)
3 cups flour
1/2 cup oil, butter or animal fat
1 1/2 Tblsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1 1/2 cup water
In a large bowl, mix together flour and fat by hand. Add the baking powder and salt (and dried fruits or cheese if you're doing that). Next mix in the water and knead for a few minutes until you've got a firm dough. Separate the dough into fist sized balls and roll each into a sausage shape before piercing with a clean stick.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
mommy and daddy sitting in a tree...
K-I-S-S-I-N... Well, maybe if we were sitting on the same branch we would be kissing. As it is, daddy is checking out the view from the branch above mine. Our five chickens can't really fly so they sit on the lowest perch while Naiya watches us all with feet (or foot?) planted firmly on the ground.
Friday, July 29, 2011
because i just can't throw things away
Ryan has been purging his closet and drawers and yesterday handed me a stack of old t-shirts. It's hard for me to just toss these out or even to hand them off as a donation. It seems to me like they could be put to good use in our home somehow. For rag dolls maybe? Or even just for rags. Some of the lesser castaways were converted into just that but then Naiya came along as I was cutting and asked if she could use some scraps for herself. We made her a few bracelets and headbands from the collars and sleeves as well as a sheet for her doll bed. Then I laid them out on the ground, stared at them for a while and let the ideas come. "Why, there's a whole simple outfit right there!" I thought.
Five minutes later (literally) Naiya had on her new knit skirt and blouse. She looks a bit the ragamuffin and I think both skirt and shirt could be cut shorter but it's good to know that, should an emergency arise wherein I have two expendable t-shirts on hand and my child needs to be clothed, there are options!
Mostly, I just thought it was a nifty idea.
To make the skirt I just ran a bit of elastic through the existing bottom hem of the shirt.
For the blouse, I cut off the two bottom t-shirt corners in a curved shape for the arms (one could lay an existing shirt for a pattern but I just eye-balled it). Then, using strips of the other shirt, I ran a strap through the front and one through the back of the existing bottom hems. These were then gathered and tied to each other at the shoulders.
I didn't hem anything.
It took, in fact, less than five minutes.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
trees in the grass
Ryan had this funny idea recently to let a patch of our side lawn grow wild. He just wanted to see what would happen. I don't know if you can tell in the photo but there's this organically shaped swathe of foot high seeding grass, clover and some sweet little yellow flowers out there that we've taken to calling our meadow.
What Naiya really loves are the tall stalks of seeds. I don't know if she thought up this verse herself. My guess is it was something she heard at school.
She begins by holding up a stalk which does, indeed, look like a tiny tree.
"Here is a tree in Summer," she says...
She then runs her free hand up the "trunk" of the tree effectively removing all of the "leaves".
"Here is a tree in Winter..."
Then she sprinkles the removed "leaves" down over the tree.
"And here is the silver rain," she concludes.
She spends a moment to find another stalk and delights in the transformation again and again.
Labels:
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Monday, July 25, 2011
the earth's population is actually slightly more than 50% female
When Naiya was just a baby and I read books to her more for my own entertainment than for her edification, I began to notice the lack of girls (or female characters, animal, person or otherwise) in children’s literature. At first I thought it must just be my particular selection of books, but as our library expanded and I made a concerted effort to acquire stories about or including female characters, I discovered that the deficiency was pervasive. Dare I say that the omissions began to feel sinister? I couldn’t believe that the choice of the masculine pronoun for almost every animal that wasn’t a mother and nearly every character who played an active role in the advancement of the simplest plot was intentional by the authors of even the most beautiful of stories.
Of course, it is part of our language to refer to the unknown in the masculine. I hadn’t reflected upon it much before, but I soon began to notice that every bird, squirrel, spider, slug and cat we saw as we encountered them on various walks and hikes around our neighborhood were referred to, almost without exception, as “he” or “him” by all of the adults present, including myself. No one gave it a second thought.
Out of curiosity, I began charting the books we owned as well as those I checked out from the library. This wasn’t a scientifically random study or anything, but I found that for every female in children’s literature, there were, on average, two to three male characters sharing the pages with her. If the roles of mothers and grandmothers were excluded from the female list, that number doubled!
So what does this mean (if it means anything at all)? The more I considered it, the more profound and important it began to seem.
Children learn by imitation. This is a basic tenet of modern psychology and an important part of Waldorf education. Children learn and grow by imitating the adults in their environment that they love and respect. (They likewise, but to a lesser degree, imitate their friends and siblings and any person who randomly makes a strong impression upon them.) The cultural knowledge and behavior of children also comes from the activities and impressions that influence them on a daily basis. Books and stories, for many children, are an integral part of modeling morality, basic behavior and gender roles. So what happens consciously and unconsciously, especially for small girls, when they are so under-represented in the books they read and love?
As I started researching this topic, I came across this article by Manjari Singh (which can be read in full here):
I’m not sure what to do with this knowledge. I have mentioned these statistics to friends of mine and nearly everyone is surprised at their own unconscious creation of a world that is inaccurately 70 - 80% male. I guess I’d just like to spread a bit of awareness. Perhaps together, we’ll alter our biases just a little at a time and, in so doing, help our daughters (and sons) see and live in a world less shackled by our own limiting vision.
Of course, it is part of our language to refer to the unknown in the masculine. I hadn’t reflected upon it much before, but I soon began to notice that every bird, squirrel, spider, slug and cat we saw as we encountered them on various walks and hikes around our neighborhood were referred to, almost without exception, as “he” or “him” by all of the adults present, including myself. No one gave it a second thought.
Out of curiosity, I began charting the books we owned as well as those I checked out from the library. This wasn’t a scientifically random study or anything, but I found that for every female in children’s literature, there were, on average, two to three male characters sharing the pages with her. If the roles of mothers and grandmothers were excluded from the female list, that number doubled!
So what does this mean (if it means anything at all)? The more I considered it, the more profound and important it began to seem.
Children learn by imitation. This is a basic tenet of modern psychology and an important part of Waldorf education. Children learn and grow by imitating the adults in their environment that they love and respect. (They likewise, but to a lesser degree, imitate their friends and siblings and any person who randomly makes a strong impression upon them.) The cultural knowledge and behavior of children also comes from the activities and impressions that influence them on a daily basis. Books and stories, for many children, are an integral part of modeling morality, basic behavior and gender roles. So what happens consciously and unconsciously, especially for small girls, when they are so under-represented in the books they read and love?
As I started researching this topic, I came across this article by Manjari Singh (which can be read in full here):
Numerous studies analyzing children's literature find the majority of books dominated by male figures. For example, Ernst (1995) did an analysis of titles of children's books and found male names represented nearly twice as often as female names. She also found that even books with female or gender-neutral names in their titles in fact, frequently revolve around a male character. Many classics and popular stories where girls are portrayed usually reflect stereotypes of masculine and feminine roles. Such gender stereotypes are prevalent not only in mainstream children's books but also in Newbery and Caldecott medal winners. Children's books frequently portray girls as acted upon rather than active (Fox, 1993). Girls are represented as sweet, naive, conforming, and dependent, while boys are typically described as strong, adventurous, independent, and capable (Ernst, 1995; Jett-Simpson & Masland, 1993). Boys tend to have roles as fighters, adventurers and rescuers, while girls in their passive role tend to be caretakers, mothers, princesses in need of rescuing, and characters that support the male figure (Temple, 1993). Often, girl characters achieve their goals because others help them, whereas boys do so because they demonstrate ingenuity and/or perseverance. If females are initially represented as active and assertive, they are often portrayed in a passive light toward the end of the story. Girl characters who retain their active qualities are clearly the exception (Rudman, 1995). Thus, studies indicate that not only are girls portrayed less often than boys in children's books, but both genders are frequently presented in stereotypical terms as well.
Many researchers and authors argue that readers identify with characters of their own gender in books. Therefore, the relative lack of girl characters in texts can limit the opportunity for girls to identify with their gender and to validate their place in society.
The manner in which genders are represented in children's literature impacts children's attitudes and perceptions of gender-appropriate behavior in society. Sexism in literature can be so insidious that it quietly conditions boys and girls to accept the way they 'see and read the world,' thus reinforcing gender images (Fox, 1993). This reinforcement predisposes children to not question existing social relationships. At the same time, however, books containing images that conflict with gender stereotypes provide children the opportunity to re-examine their gender beliefs and assumptions. Thus, texts can provide children with alternative role models and inspire them to adopt more egalitarian gender attitudes.
Gender stereotypical roles are constraining to both genders. Just as girls are trapped in passive and whiny roles, boys and men are rarely described as people demonstrating emotions of sadness and fear, having hobbies/occupations that are not stereotypically male and in roles where they aren't competing or meeting high expectations. These stereotypes limit boys' and girls' freedom to express themselves (Fox, 1993; Rudman, 1995) and pressure them to behave in ways that are 'gender appropriate' rather than ways best suited to their personality.There is much that I do to ensure that my daughter grows up in an environment of freedom. The way we play, the way we create, the absence of media and adult influences in her life are all a part of just allowing her to become herself without many external dictates. These days when I tell stories or perform puppet shows for Naiya, nearly all the characters are female. Likewise, when I refer to critters and furry friends we spot on our outdoor adventures, they’re all “she” or “her”. (Since everyone else pretty much exclusively uses the masculine pronouns I figure together we’re creating a balance that is more accurate.) What though of our love of books? It’s not that this issue hasn’t been addressed. We have come across a number of really great collections of tales of powerful, mischievous, adventurous girls and women (though these are mostly for older children). But they are certainly the exception and they’re marketed as just what they are. What hasn’t really shifted is just a general inclusion (without specific marketed mention) of more girls (and more bold and active girls) in mainstream little stories. Even our favorite nighttime reading (written by a wonderful Waldorf teacher) contains the ratio of feminine to masculine characters I mentioned above.
I’m not sure what to do with this knowledge. I have mentioned these statistics to friends of mine and nearly everyone is surprised at their own unconscious creation of a world that is inaccurately 70 - 80% male. I guess I’d just like to spread a bit of awareness. Perhaps together, we’ll alter our biases just a little at a time and, in so doing, help our daughters (and sons) see and live in a world less shackled by our own limiting vision.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
alternate reality
It's like I'm living in some alternative world.
I don't know exactly how this occurred but as I was putting away dishes and making myself a cup of coffee just now, Naiya came in for second breakfast. Only this time she didn't say, "Mommy, I'm hungry...what can I have?... Mommy, get my dish... Can you pour the juice?... Mommy, I need a napkin..." Instead she pulled her kitchen stand over to the cupboard, found a bowl and a cup, put them on her shelf near the floor, poured a bowl of cereal, opened the refrigerator and filled both bowl and cup with milk, got a spoon from the drawer and walked outside to enjoy her meal in the garden.
I watched her silently dumbfounded through the entire process. She didn't even look at me!
It was life changing.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
fairies in the garden
This year on May Day they put up a Maypole and the Fairie Queen left Naiya a gift in a little wooden box on our back doorstep. Since that time, she and Naiya have passed the box back and forth exchanging little treasures at random intervals. (Usually this happens overnight and when we waken we are surprised to discover that the Queen has taken what we've left for her or bestowed a little something in return.)
Many of the received treasures have been gifted to friends and family but various carved stones, beads, fairie handcrafts and shells are kept by our dear daughter in a special little basket on her Nature Table.
Recently we helped them out a bit by erecting this teepee (similar to the one we made for ourselves) for any visitors who might stop by. Naiya has been sewing and stitched the little floor blanket herself. The next morning we discovered that the fairies had once more hosted a gathering and had left the remnants of a small bonfire! Perhaps there was tiny marshmallow roasting? Who can say...
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may day,
nature table,
seasonal,
summer,
the girl child
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