Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
This past weekend was one of almost complete relaxation for me. My life, which is always fairly calm, fell into an especially deep state of repose. It began on Saturday with a leisurely drive up through the Connecticut and Massachusetts countryside to see Luke and his family. I spent most of the time with young Josh, finding fun in the little things he enjoys. We tossed a ball back and forth, shot it at a basketball net, surveyed and searched the yard, played hide-and-seek, and took an unhurried walk up and down the street. In between, I enjoyed some quiet conversation with Luke and Krissy. Yesterday, Sunday, was even more peaceful for me – a day filled with bracing air-conditioning and editing some paragraphs in my manuscript and light-hearted reading and a plum or two and a few minutes on the grass in the park surrounded my mist.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
“A dull business this [reading of student papers] seems to many, yet after ten years' study I do not find it dull at all. I find it, rather, constantly more stimulating ; and this because I grow more and more aware how in its essence this matter of composition is as far from a dull and lifeless business as earthly matters can be ; how he who scribbles a dozen words, just as truly as he who writes an epic, performs — all unknowing — one of those feats that tell us why men have believed that God made man in His image. For he who scrawls ribaldry, just as truly as he who writes for all time, does that most wonderful of things,— gives a material body to some reality which till that moment was immaterial, executes, all unconscious of the power for which divine is none too grand a word, a lasting act of creative imagination.”
Friday, July 24, 2009
Adam Bede by George Eliot
I've been thoroughly enjoying this book. I especially enjoyed Chapter XVII yesterday, in which the author takes a break from the plot to address the reader about philosophical issues regarding the writing of novels. She words here arguments beautifully, and even has the main character, Adam, a humble carpenter, talk about weighty topics like literature and spirituality. It might be my favorite chapter so far. (The Reverend Adolphus Irwine is my favorite character, followed closely by Adam and Dinah Morris, the itinerant Methodist preacher.)
I have had an enlightening and exciting summer as a teacher. I haven’t taught anyone (no classes, no tutoring), but the free time has given me an opportunity to accumulate some splendid new ideas for my classes next year. The internet is overflowing with suggestions, tools, resources, and gadgets for educators, and this summer I feel like I’ve been drinking from an inexhaustible faucet of ideas. Just this morning, I discovered a web-based vocabulary program, entirely free, that allows me to receive by email, and show to the class, a video about a new word each school day. The videos are brief, thorough, and entertaining, and the website also includes a ‘study room’ where scholars can go at their leisure to study the words. (I’m so glad I decided not to order 30 vocabulary books at $12.00 each!)
My work on the manuscript of my teaching journals has been stumbling along. I feel less and less confident each day that any publisher would be interested in it. Honestly, sometimes the writing seems dreadful to me. I’m feeling, maybe, what many of my scholars feel when they look at their writing: yuck.
I’m spending part of each day doing research about one of my favorite authors, George Eliot. (I’m also re-reading her first novel, Adam Bede.) I’m doing the research mostly so I can then teach the scholars in the fall how to get started on a yearlong project about an author – especially how to use the web-based research tool called Noodletools. It’s an excellent apparatus for student researchers, one that should make the research process much easier, and even, perhaps, enjoyable and exciting.
Rain last night, and now a waterlogged, chilly morning arrives.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I had wonderful visits with Noah and Ava these past two days. Yesterday I rode with Jaimie and the kids into Providence for Jaimie’s appointment with a doctor. I was the designated baby-sitter while he was with the doctor, and I must pat myself on the back for carrying out my duties quite well. First the kids and I walked a few blocks to a Starbucks where we sat outside and enjoyed a hearty snack. Ava and Noah devoured immense chocolate cookies and some frosty milk, and I had some sips of coffee. Then we walked to an excellent toy store, where we wandered around for nearly an hour, sampling toys and playing in the small ‘play space’ in the rear of the store. It was an adventure for me to follow the kids around as they studied, wide-eyed, the countless playthings on display. Both kids especially enjoyed riding on a crazily moving wagon that rolled and bumped across the carpet. On the way home with Jaimie, we all enjoyed laughing with each other, and also crying. At one point, I asked Ava if she was singing a song, and she replied, “No, Hammy, I’m crying.” Then I said, “Let’s all see who can cry the best,” whereupon all of us, including Jaimie, bawled and wailed as well as we could.
Today was another special visit, because I went with Jess and the kids to Noah’s swimming lesson. What a treat that was! Noah thoroughly enjoyed the lesson, as he demonstrated by waving and smiling at us every few seconds. It was an inspiring morning for Grandpa Hammy.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Today I took a breather from bike riding, a welcome chance to let myself go and settle back. I did some long and exhausting rides each day this week, and this day of rest is my reward. I’m breathing deeply, putting my feet up, loosening up, and cooling off. In a way, I do miss riding. It’s a great feeling to be following roads on a bike, letting the roads choose the right route. The feel of morning coolness on my arms is one of the best I know. I’ll be out there for sure tomorrow, pedaling in a good rhythm in the early pleasantness of a summer day.
Friday, July 17, 2009
It was a pleasure to ride my bike along the windswept roads at an early hour today. The air was cool on my skin, and the breezes kept me refreshed all the way. I rode out to the beach, then down the beach road to a small coffee shop near a bridge over a stream rushing to the sea. On gusty mornings like this, especially when the temperatures are brisk and reviving, I always feel frisky and sure of myself. I felt like a champion under the strengthening sunlight.
SALVATION
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
This morning I drove up to visit with my grandchildren in Brooklyn, Connecticut, and the visit was a little gift for me, a special way to start a summer day. Noah, Ava, and I hung out together in the playroom while Jaimie worked out on his bike in the garage. I read two books to the kids, with both of them snuggled up against me, eyes riveted on the pages. Ava was a little restless, twisting and turning and examining her feet, but she always, now and then, came back to the pictures in the book. Noah, on the other hand, was entirely attentive to the stories. Whenever I turned to glance at him, I saw his eyes staring directly at the page I was reading.
Later, we wrestled and shouted and made forts, and as we did, I couldn’t help but notice how kind and helpful Noah was. He constantly offered to get things for us, to show us how to do something, or to allow us to do something before him.
The wind these last two days made my bike rides especially adventurous. Today I battled head winds all the way to Stonington, and then seemed to battle a head wind all the way back. My bike was swaying left and right, even seemingly backwards and forwards, as I peddled along Route 1. Fortunately, the road home was a fairly flat one, so it was just the wind and me with no hills to interfere. I was happy to sail into Westerly and find shelter from the wind among the buildings in town.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
RAYS OF THE SUN
One-ness is the hardest mystery to understand, but it is also the most important. “Never two, but one” – that’s the grand truth that I must contemplate as I go about my teaching today. My scholars and colleagues and I are not separate from each other. We are not separate, distinct physical beings engaged in a struggle to get and protect. That’s the universally accepted belief, but it’s simply not true. Today, all that will be happening is the unfoldment of thought in the present moment. Each present moment, a thought will be causing everything to happen. For convenience sake, we call it “my” thought or “Jimmy’s” thought or “Anna’s” thought, but it’s all really just thought in an infinite universe of thought. That’s why the sun is a good comparison. In my classroom today, the infinite sun of Thought (sometimes called God) will be shining, and my scholars and I will be the rays of that sun. There won’t be many separate suns – just the rays of the one infinite sun.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Our beautiful weather continues. I just returned from the park, where I sat in the shade of one of the splendid trees, enjoying the look of the blue sky, the wandering white clouds, the swaying trees, and the feel of the perfect temperature. Actors were rehearsing for Shakespeare’s The Two Gentlemen of Verona under some nearby trees, and even their voices seemed buoyant and nimble like the weather. In between being distracted by the lovely weather, I read some of George Eliot’s Adam Bede, a story about the wild and free-spirited countryside of 18th century England, and somehow the tale seemed to fit well with a day of such full-bodied and enlivening weather.
I took an early bike ride this morning, an hour’s trip along the river and out to Watch Hill. I pretty much exhausted myself, but it was a bracing exhaustion, the kind that gets you ready for another summer day.
And finally, I am overflowing with admiration for my four grown children. This past weekend they all came together to help one of them pull through a sorrowful situation. I watched with awe as their generous love wrapped around them all.
GOD, THE LORD
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Monday, July 13, 2009
WAITING PATIENTLY
“Waiting” is a wonderful word. It implies so many things. For instance, if we are waiting for something, then we are expecting it to happen, to come to us. We don’t have to do anything ourselves; we just have to relax and wait, because we know it will come. If we are waiting, then - in a sense - we are relaxing, because we are totally confident that what we are waiting for will arrive. Waiting does not imply worrying and fearing. Rather, it implies being patient, because we know that what we wait for is definitely coming. Today, I want to wait patiently for the power of infinite Mind to exert itself and to control my life. Of course, I don’t really have to wait for that, because it’s already happening – at every moment today. What I have to do is resist the temptation to start doing things to bring happiness into my life. The happiness is already there, because I am an inseparable part of the peacefulness of Mind. What I have to do is realize that and then confidently wait to see this peacefulness each and every moment.
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WAITING
Today I need to practice the fine art of waiting. For example, I need to wait for my scholars to settle down at the start of class. They have probably just finished a serious, demanding class in the previous period, and they don’t need another teacher pushing and prodding them to get quickly started with another such class. Like a pond after the water has been stirred, they will quietly calm down into peacefulness soon enough. I also need to remember to wait a few seconds after I ask a question in class. Why do I think the students will have instant answers for my questions? I need to remember that thinking takes time, and cannot be rushed. Finally, I need to wait for happiness today. I can’t chase down happiness, for it only comes to those who wait patiently, just like we wait by the side of the pond for the water to slowly clear. Happiness, like so many good things, is always ready to arrive at the doors of those who are calmly waiting.
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
For the last two days, the weather has been delightful -- cool temperatures, light winds, clear skies, a few bright and inflated clouds floating along. Luckily, I’ve been able to enjoy these good-looking days with my family. Yesterday my daughter and one of my sons joined me in Mystic for a quiet lunch beside the river under the lovely sky. We had some important things to discuss, and talking about them while surrounded by sunshine made the conversation especially easy and satisfying. I felt lucky to be there with them, and especially lucky to be a father. Today, I rode my bike in the fresh, breezy air over to the Stonington Beach and spent an hour or so with my grandchildren. That was like heaven for me. Being around those angelic children on such a dazzling day was a great gift. Once again, I felt too fortunate for words.
STEADILY, GENTLY, QUIETLY
(written in October, 2008)
GENTLENESS
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Friday, July 10, 2009
GLORY
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
WORK
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
BREATHING AND THINKING
In a surprising way, the thinking that goes on in my classroom is a lot like breathing. Each day my students and I think and express hundreds of ideas during class, and we also listen to and take in each other's ideas. Give out, take in, give out, take in. Our ideas mingle in the air and then enter each other's minds, much as our breathing mingles and mixes all day long. We breathe in oxygen and breathe out carbon dioxide, and we give out ideas and take new ideas in. Breathe out, breathe in, give out, take in.
Today the weather is, once again, delightfully clear and cool. I took a bike ride late this morning out into the countryside on Boombridge Road past the old Lewis farm, and reveled in the beautiful weather. I found it to be a rather draining ride, but the friendly breeze and refreshing sunshine re-energized me each time I grew tired. I felt lucky to be able to ride my bike on these bucolic roads on such a pleasant day.
Adam Bede by George Eliot
In this afternoon's reading, the author introduces us to a wonderful character, the Reverend Adolphus Irwine. The following quotes describe him well:
“And as to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that, any more than the old church-steeple minds the rooks cawing about it.” (also by Mr. Irwine)
Adam Bede by George Eliot
These are quotes from today’s reading. The first embodies a fundamental belief of mine, and the second seems to me a wise statement about a helpful way to view life. I hope I can become "at once penetrating and credulous". (The italics in the quote are mine.)
“I hate to be talking where it's no use: I like to keep my breath for doing i'stead o' talking."
A SENSE OF THINGS
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Today I stumbled upon an interesting discovery. I use a headset microphone when I want to dictate my writing to the computer, but I had never thought of using it to make phone calls. Lately I’ve been making calls using Skype on the computer, but I’ve just been using the built-in mic on the computer, which does not produce a very high quality sound. This morning I thought: why not try the headset mic for a phone call? I first tested it to make sure it was working properly, and then called a friend. Surprisingly to me, her voice coming through the headset was remarkably clear, and I have a feeling my voice was also. After I hung up, I continued to experiment with the headset, making several recordings on GarageBand, and noting the superiority of the sound.
This afternoon, in between rain showers, I took a 50 minute bike ride alongside the river and along the rolling hills of Greenhaven Road. As usual, I felt a great feeling of freedom, irresponsibility, and utter boundlessnss. I sailed along with the kind of abandon that unites all lovers of bicycling.
WORKING AND RESTING
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Monday, July 6, 2009
ONE TEACHER'S ALPHABET
E is for Engagement
As surprising as it may sound, I’m more interested in how engaged my scholars are than in how much they accomplish. Accomplishment is usually a personal and private thing, but I want my classes to be more communal than personal, more public than private. I’d like to develop a cooperative and supportive ambience in my classroom, and this necessarily involves a spirit of engagement. Accomplishment is most often done solo; engagement is usually done together, jointly, as one. In a spirit of engagement, I want the scholars to win over each other during discussions, draw their classmates into the work at hand, and involve each other in the shared enterprise of education. Engagement can also involve a promise a pledge. If you’re engaged, you’re bound to something, attached to it, dedicated to it. You’ve made a promise to be a part of something special, which is certainly a mood I would like to promote in my classes. To me (and the scholars know how I feel), 8th and 9thgrade English class is not just another 48-minute block in which to watch the clock; it’s a unique period for extraordinary learning, and the students need to be thoroughly engaged in it. They know I expect them to make a silent pledge when they enter the room:I will do my absolute best. That kind of commitment is far more important to me than any personal accomplishments by the kids. After all, accomplishments ebb and flow; engagement is a mind-set, a manner, a way of life.
I am exhausted. I just returned from a one hour bike ride out to Watch Hill and back, during which I pumped hard most of the time. It was a perfect afternoon for riding – easygoing temperatures and a cooling breeze off the shore. I felt wonderful as I pedaled along. The sunlight was dappling the road and the roadside houses and lawns, making it seem like I was riding through a beautiful movie. When I arrived at the beach, I flopped down, took some healthy drafts of water, took off my shoes, and waded in the refreshing surf. It was a proper reward for a hard 30 minutes work. On the way back, I worked just as hard. I had promised myself that I would take it a little easy, but when I came to the little hills and rises along the way, the gung ho instinct took over, and I lowered my head and pumped for all I was worth.
Adam Bede by George Eliot
Newness
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Sunday, July 5, 2009
ONE TEACHER'S ALPHABET
H is for Horizontal
(written in 2007)
On Giving Up the Struggle
On this mild, rainy Sunday morning, I’ve been thinking again about how life-changing it would be if I simply gave up struggling. As I was getting ready for the new day, it came to me that almost all of my days (since 1941!) have been taken up with a struggle of some kind or other. Right from the start, it seems, I have pictured life as a constant skirmish between a separate “me” and the countless other separate “me”s, and I have engaged in the struggle with earnestness. From morning to night, it’s been me against the universe. What if I simply – here and now, today – gave up the struggle? What if, once and for all, I fully accepted the simple fact that there is no separate “me” to do the struggling, and no separate universe to struggle against? What if I fully understood, finally, that the universe, including me, is a single, unified, harmonious, and peaceful dance? It’s something worth thinking about, worth working toward. It’s a revolutionary idea, one that would transform my life from top to bottom, inside to out. It might conceivably make life a remarkable celebration instead of a backbreaking competition.
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There’s a wonderful clarity in the air today – almost a transparency, as though the sunlight is shining through the landscape instead of on it. There’s a crystalline feeling in the weather, a sense that all things are somehow new and fresh. The sheer brilliance of July light is everywhere. I took a walk this morning in the park, and I felt like I was walking through flimsy gauze instead of summer air. I don’t think the sky could have been any bluer or the fluffy clouds any whiter.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
This afternoon I drove up to Brooklyn to take a walk with Jaimie. (Jess and the kids are up in Maine for a few days.) We drove a few miles down the road to an Audubon refuge, where we parked the car and struck out walking on a quiet country road. All around us was the sanctuary, composed mostly of swamps and meadows spread out against some low hills. It was a wonderful walk. We talked mostly about teaching -- sharing ideas, frustrations, plans, and ideals, and also taking pleasure in the perfect July weather. The air seemed unusually clear, and the blueness of the sky couldn’t have been any clearer as big, billowy clouds sailed through it. I felt even luckier than I usually do – walking with my son and colleague in the teaching profession, feeling his devotion to his work, and just being proud and grateful to be a dad.
This morning I was up early, as usual, and took a 30-minute ride up and down the hills near my house. The morning was serene and fairly silent, with only the singing of the birds to accompany my steady pedaling. I pumped hard up the gradual hills, and enjoyed the feeling of coasting back down to the bottom, where I turned and started up again. The town seemed deserted. Only a few early cars came quietly along the roads, and I saw not a single pedestrian. It was a good morning to be peacefully out on the streets, breathing deeply and enjoying the coolness of the air as my bike moved along.
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, by Anne Brontë