Dad’s Home-birth

July 16th, 2011

I got to kiss my dad good-bye.

And that’s not all, I was able to be present at his home-death, as I call it, so akin to my three home-births did it seem! Now,’ death’, ‘dead’, ‘died’, etc. aren’t the right words for the passage from alive to wherever and whatever it is that transpires in that very strange event that we are all born to experience one day. But I think birth is a good word for both our entrance and our departure, birth being a word with positive and joyful connotations. So truthfully, even though I may call my dad’s event, ‘home-death’, I think of it more as a ‘home-birth’.
Now I must tell you, that my dad’s home-birth was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, my three home-births being counted right up there alongside it. Perhaps I would never have realized the many beautiful components, if it hadn’t been for my own adventures in ultimate mystery!!…. Ultimate mystery….
I guess at this point, I must tell you that in my world, the spirit is first, physical manifestation flowing therefrom. Perhaps I’m deluded–probably, but living life from this perspective, one is able to allow life to be whatever it wants to be, to glimpse the spiritual beauty constantly, in a smile or gesture, in a flower or a cloudy sky, in water sparkling in the sun…. So even birth and death aren’t really within our control, and whatever humans may scientifically deduce from the given evidence, life appears to have enormous will, creativity and determination all it’s own!! That’s the way I see it anyway.

stop, look, listen

July 16th, 2011

When the kids were little, I read a Lot! of child psychology and child development literature. One book that made a big impression, was called “Drama of the Gifted Child” and it was written by Alice Miller. It was a simple, small book, but it made two important points: 1) a child’s #1 need is to be listened to and taken seriously, and 2) the way an adult treats him/herself and others, is a reflection of the way that person was treated as a child by his/her parents.

Now that was interesting and actually novel. I thought about my own childhood. I was the middle child of 6 born in 8 years and even my mother always admitted she treated us as a group, not paying undue attention to us individually. When I thought really hard, I still couldn’t remember my mother paying individual attention to me, unless I was being reprimanded or questioned. I thought about my dad, his perpetual sarcasm. My dad was a brilliant person~~top of his scientific technology field, but personally, he was a little stagnant and opinionated: for example, when discussing our futures, he would blithely and repetitiously joke that we should all become brain surgeons. Or, in a more serious moment, he would recommend a marketable future: accounting or computer science~~never taking our individuality into consideration.
I began to listen to my children and to take them seriously as unique individuals. Almost immediately, I realized that I consistently disrupted their play to drag them off on my errands or to whisk them off to their activities, or to preschool. How many times had my four-year old daughter screamed and cried, “You’re ruining my game!!!”, while I insisted it was time to go… it didn’t matter… we had to get somewhere right now!!
Something that completely changed in my behavior and recognition and realization regarding my children was the critical importance of not ruining their game! I came to respect their ‘game’ and to believe that their play, especially make-believe, was more important then getting to the grocery store now, getting to the 2-year-old class, or even going to preschool at ages 3 and 4. As time went on, I listened more and more to my children and to other children and I observed their behavior and their play. I wound up homeschooling and even ‘unschooling’, because the more I let them play (and nowadays, it really is a matter of Letting Them Play!) the more I realized that children live in a magic wonderland!! which is slowly but definitely being eroded and decimated, pretty much like the rain forests and other forests of this planet… and being replaced by an impoverished kind of standardized, structured, adult-imposed, scheduled, conformed and hyper-controlled kind of existance… even at the ages of 2, 3, 4…


July 16th, 2011

Speaking of Integrity, one day as I was observing my young daughter’s elaborate, creative, all-the-time-in-the-world, complex make-believe, the word “integrity” popped into my mind. I thought about it. I observed some more. I thought about it some more.

What I was seeing, I believed, was Integrity. Realizing this, I also realized that natural child play was very moving, refreshing, vulnerable, concentrated, serious, purposeful and meaningful (other adjectives besides!) In a word, Integral.

Unlike adults in our society, she wasn’t spending three-fourths of a day in intense preparation–utilizing whatever she found around the house for materials and props and proceeding to carry out a complete partly-planned, partly-inspired, always purely creative project–for any reason whatsoever other than the project’s own longing for realization and fruition.

I wondered then, are children integral to begin with? Is integrity inherent in humans? Is it possible?! that through socialization, education and child-rearing, integrity begins little by little to erode and dis-integrate, until eventually the adult, by now thoroughly trained and encouraged to behave unethically and to take every advantage of others in the name of self-interest, comes to believe that the pursuit of money, things and social status is the end-all? That he/she and they can’t even remember, don’t even know what integrity is?

Integrity, Integrate, Integral… Dis-Integrate, Dis-Integration….

After I began to think about Integrity, I began to wonder who an Integrated, Integral Adult whose Integrity was fully uncorrupted and intact would be — and here’s what I imagined:

Integral meaning ‘whole’– I imagine an integral adult has the spiritual, emotional, mental and physical, both inside and outside, more or less in balance. I imagine an integral adult would generally, if not always, behave with consideration and kindness to others, because he/she would recognize the critical importance and responsibility of trying not to damage the well-being of self or others. I imagine the integral adult would know how to listen to him/herself and to others in an attentive, non-judgmental and open-minded way–not feeling threatened– because the sense of self is peaceful to begin with. I also imagined the integral adult would know how to listen to and trust his/her own heart, knowing when yes is right, knowing when no is right. I imagine an integral adult would enjoy this day with a glad heart, being aware of the temporal nature of everything in this universe, being aware of the simple, gentle beauty in all creation, knowing well enough that whatever happens, in the cosmic scope, It’s okay.

I don’t know anyone…well the Dalai Lama does come to mind….


May 2nd, 2011


Attention is a very interesting subject and one that is much deeper than meets the eye.  One of the most interesting ideas I encountered and explored while homeschooling was the concept of attention.

Pay Attention!!!  This is a command that teachers frequently — constantly direct at children, individually as well as collectively.  This “Pay Attention” demand, in fact, is a demand that is repeatedly made of each child throughout their entire childhood at school, in particular, and also at home.  I don’t remember ADD or Attention Deficit Disorder at all from my own childhood and youth, but as early as when my first child was two, I began hearing about this kid and that kid who were identified as attention-deficient.

Before going any further, I would like to tell you that I have noticed something interesting about my three homeschooled children, none of whom attended grade school until 5th grade.  They pay attention very, even unusually, well.  Furthermore, they are able, unlike many if not most kids who attended school all along, to fit school textbook concepts into the proper larger real-world context.

My fourth child provides a contrast.  J entered public school in first grade.  By third grade, the teachers began to complain to me about his lack of attention.   He doesn’t pay attention to the teachers — tunes them out— and is frequently off in daydreamland.


If you are outside somewhere and you stand still for a little while and watch, you will notice that our society is literally running rather than walking.  The hurried, harried pace is societal.  People rush off to work, they rush their kids off to daycare and school, they rush around the streets and highways in cars, they rush through the day.

Once kids are at school or daycare, they are kept busy all day.  They are directed by adult workers whose own needs require cooperative behavior from the group of children, as much for the sake of their sanity as for the processing and management of another work day.

Now any mother who has stayed at home and raised her own kids can attest to at least a couple of home truths about children.  They are generally very unreasonable until about age seven.  Their emotional displays and behavior are often completely outrageous and explosive.  They can be extremely defiant, no matter what type of upbringing and parenting they are receiving.  In short, being around children for all or most of the day, whether you are a parent or a teacher, is extremely challenging.

I wonder if kids are not getting the space and time to just ‘be’.  I wonder if our society doesn’t value space and time to just ‘be’ — or simply doesn’t have the space or time to value just ‘being’ even if they wanted to.  I’ve often wondered if time itself, is actually speeding up somehow.  Not only do children no longer spend large quantities of their youth wandering around alone or with friends with ‘nothing to do’, but the very fact that they are with adults –or gaming, on computers etc.– throughout their childhood, all day, every day, limits or eliminates empty space and time.

I’ve also wondered if there is a certain lack of adult ‘being there’ for kids.  I remember the first ADD-labeled child I knew, at Ella’s 3-year-old preschool.  His parents both had hectic professional schedules.  I wondered then if perhaps rushing babies off to daycare, abrupt separations from caregivers on a daily basis from infancy, and a mother whose preoccupations were divided between baby and career might be difficult for the baby.  In short, I wondered if a lack of adult ‘just being there’, or Attention, might be a serious problem for babies and small children.

To get a little metaphysical, Attention is a kind of space/time within.  A person who can’t pay attention, is a person whose own inner space is over-occupied, whose mind is hyper, whereas a person who listens with his being, who ‘pays attention’ is a person who has silent, open space within.