Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


a plethora of choices, a pocketful of joys; or, how to change the world one meal at a time ~

Today’s one of those rare days when there’s just too much to write about! Should I share the great kid in the UK whose blogging (w/ photos) about her bad school lunches has changed school policy?

How about the morning I spent w/ 40 8&9-year-old Girl Scouts, talking about stereotypes, work, dreams, and being a woman in today’s world? And how my amazing niece set it all up?

Or maybe I should share my wonderful lunch w/ another niece, and a nephew? Give you a window into what a joy it is to share intelligent conversation w/ two bright minds…

I’m sticking w/ the good news — totally non-political! — from the UK. You’ll have to check back for the others :).

So VEG, the blogger at Never Seconds,decided she’d had enough of the tasteless, inadequate, and nutritionally empty lunches at her primary school in the UK. (The one above at least didn’t have hair in it!) VEG decided to (virtually) share them, taking pictures and posting them to a blog. The responses have been startling. She’s had more than a million views! How cool is that? Celebrity chef and food activist Jamie  Oliver even stopped in!

I tell my students, my family, my friends, complete strangers, that writing is power. And it’s a great Buddhist power — non-violent, targeted & focused. And so useful :). Want to change the world? Get out something to write with. And then go for it.

 



Previous Posts

form, poetry, and the empty cup
I spent the day researching obscure poetic forms.  And it was enormous fun -- thinking about what to pour into those elegant white cups of structure. Along the way, I wrote this poem for my sisters (the least structured of women). But we'll get to the poem in a moment. Because what's important i

posted 3:41:38pm Apr. 18, 2014 | read full post »

poetry, structure, and creative beginner's heart
Last night, discussing structure and writing with my elder son, I said I couldn't write w/ too much structure. That writing is -- for me -- a discovery process. Structure, I told him, can actually kill my ide

posted 3:03:47pm Apr. 16, 2014 | read full post »

what a difference a day makes (and other ways I wish I was like my grandson)
My grandson burnt his hands Sunday. Not horribly, but badly enough that he cried inconsolably for hours. Today? He's his usual sunny self: slapping the Cheerios on the highchair

posted 3:01:12pm Apr. 15, 2014 | read full post »

in the flash of a moment
My grandson hurt himself today. Not horribly, but bad enough that he's been crying for two+ hours. On a lovely spring day -- temps in the lower 70s -- he was on the deck w/ his folks, crawling happily around

posted 4:45:55pm Apr. 13, 2014 | read full post »

the poetry of every day
It's easy to forget that every day holds poetry. Especially if you're hectic: packing, moving, cleaning a new house, unpacking... Soothing a disolocated dog, holding a curious baby. Eating out of cartons while you locate the dishes and pans. All of this can make you forget the whole point of the

posted 2:46:45pm Apr. 12, 2014 | read full post »




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