Join us for a bit of Monday morning mischief and malarkey as we romp through the treasures we’ve found this past week!
First, Mixing Pots. There is a recent study linking a variety of subjects, discussion of life and ethics in class, and meaningful interaction with professors in a liberal arts degree all part of baking a successful life. Do you watch how-to videos? Here’s an unexpected recipe you wood probably like, for your recipe box. What do you think of when you read America is “a cultural melting pot”? Photos taken of people travelling through Ellis Island in their native dress is fascinating. What’s the weirdest thing you have seen in a vending machine? This student filled one with 360 hand-thrown, glazed and crafted ceramics.
Secondly, Missing Dots (which may often come before or after mixing pots?) This advice to “stop trying to be creative” may seem counterintuitive – or even very seductive – but still may provide some dots on your own creative journey maps (hopefully away/faster towards those “Here Be Dragons” areas). The recent blizzards stopped some hospitalised children’s plans to go outside, but a scrubs-clad wonder filled in the gaps to make snow possible inside. Family history tends to be full of frustrating gaps – this search tries to find Abuelitas and the goal to “trace my father’s family back to legitimate births”. The struggle of our current family be just as unchartered, though reading (or even writing) the letter your teenager can’t write you may give a glimmer of hope and direction.
Next, Freudenfreude Hopes. Freudenfreude is the delight in the success of others, which is much better for you (and humanity) than schadenfreude, and is celebrated with a great example that reaches from Australia all the way around the world. If you had your own wave of freudenfreude in the pages of Pride and Prejudice, you may like this illustrated version. Also glorious and thick with success (however eventual), we have an illustrated missionary journal, about Brittany Long Olsen’s mission in Japan.
Then, NOPES. I guess, though, like this 99 year old woman found out, waking up in Miami with a South American jungle cat called a kinkajou isn’t THAT bad… definitely compared to this INCEY WINCEY NOPE find – armies of spiders 50,000 strong. (WARNING: I didn’t read this last one, I quickly scrolled and leaned as far away from the screen as possible as I did so…Link contains spiders!!!!!)
Finally, a gorgeous First Draft Poetry from Melonie, inspired from freudenfreude and thoughts of a dear friend.
Son of Germany
For Rich Jackson on his birthday.
He wasn’t born there,
but his life was called
to green –
postcard farms, sweet grass,
tall trees like absinthe umbrellas
over the forest ground,
the wind’s breath silently
moving grain this way,
He ran the damp paths
breathing in his chosen home,
spreading lungs with the air, round and generous
as an umlaut in the back of his throat.
He spoke tenderness
to slick babies hungry for life,
tiny fish from the river of God,
as the country held him – soft and strong,
an ancient echo,
a fossilized fern,
the thrust of a trout’s tail.
He wove all the colors of Germany
into his soul, spinning rows
of yarn-like memories
until they were
tight, even, and sure-
knit and pearl, knit and pearl-
black, red, gold-
a sweater to keep his heart warm,
a strand long enough to cover an ocean.
When he left,
the moist earth mourned
for his music.
It longed for open windows,
grey shutters flung wide,
funneling the exuberant organ’s antique notes
deep into the ground.
There is a deep hollow in the
space he left behind- a carved out tree.
His homeland grieves
for the touch of his feet, his breath, his hands-
It longs for the green of him
to fill the rattling spaces
of the now empty house,
waiting for him to come home.