‘The animacy of the world is something we already know, but the language of animacy teeters on extinction - not just for Native peoples, but for everyone. Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them self and intention and compassion - until we teach them not to. We quickly retrain them and make them forget.
When we tell them that as tree is not a who, but an it, we make that maple an object; we put a barrier between us, absolving us of moral responsibility and opening the door to exploitation. Saying it makes a living land into “natural resources.” If a maple is an it, we can take up the chainsaw. If the maple is a her, we think twice.’
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and The Teachings of Plants
I lost it at “2 bread”
This is so sweet
So before I dive into all the posts I need to gush over/respond to and hammer out some writing and generally just nerd out, I have to share this story from the daycare.
All the boys at the daycare are hardcore into superheroes, and one little guy just adores the Avengers, especially Iron Man and the Hulk. So I love to encourage him to talk to me about this stuff. But yesterday I was telling him about how much I loved Black Widow, and he had no idea who she was!
So I basically told him everything about her, about how strong and smart and brave she was, and how she could help turn the Hulk back into Bruce Banner, and his eyes kept growing larger and larger.
Today at playtime, he came up to me and told me he was the Hulk, and that he wanted me to be the wizard guy.
“The…wizard guy? Do you mean Thor, honey?”
“No! The wizard guy! The one who helps turn the Hulk back into Bruce Banner!”
“Oh! Oh honey, that’s Black Widow! She’s, uh, not a wizard -”
“But she can turn the Hulk back into Bruce Banner!”
“Well, yes, she does this special thing called the Lullaby -”
“So can you be Black Widow? And turn me into Bruce Banner when I need you to?”
So I was Black Widow and the Hulk and I ran around fighting bad guys.
And now he’s completely enchanted with how she uses the Widow’s Bite (“Widow’s Bike?!” “No, honey, bite”) and now is convinced he can use his own “lolly-bee” which turns me from Miss Suzanne into Black Widow, which mostly involves rubbing a dandelion across my nose and cheeks.
So, all in all, a good day =)
To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton
anyone who told you much ado about nothing is good and worth watching was RIGHT and you should listen to them
The summer rolls over stabbed by the city red plumage explodes across the trees. The colors always reminded me of you. She slowly drips back into the earth until everything is stained, removed, then frozen. And the world begins again.
Michelle K., Fall. (via enchanting-autumn)
When I use a Harry Potter reference in class to help students understand a counseling concept and someone scoffs, I’m like
Slaved away at this for too long…
Personal project - wanted to draw a young witch who accidentally brought her patch of turnips to life. c:
Traces of coca and nicotine found in Egyptian mummies - WTF fun facts
CONTEGO
[verb]
1. to cover; shield; protect; defend.
2. I conceal, hide or cover up.
3. I protect.
4. I clothe.
5. I bury or entomb.
Etymology: Latin contegō.
[Tomasz Alen Kopera - Aquarius II]