Thursday, June 23, 2011
Clay, magic, and unschooling
For me, that has been unschooling. A huge, colorful lump of possibility, sometimes overwhelmingly so. Some days the form comes easy and what we create is exactly how I imagined it. Other days the form is hard to begin, there is doubt and judgement on what we produce and I wonder if we'll ever good at this. At times I forget what we've already made. When there are no measurements, no checklists, or tests, it's easy to wonder if there is any integrity, or lasting effect to anything that has passed. All that's left of our creations are little flecks and specks of color imbedded into the whole of another. I step back, and realize that the clump is no longer defined, separated, and clear.
As I break off each piece and look at them individually, I see each piece tells a story. A story of a form they once held, an idea that came to life, an experience gone but not forgotten, compilations of color that once had a purpose. I turn them over one by one. I see that they are all still soft, still yielding, still flexible. I grab all the clumps of imperfectly meshed color and squish it back together to make one whole, complete, multidimensional piece. And I realize, that this is what it's suppose to look like. What has evolved is a melding of moments, a more relaxed form that comes from the flow of new and different things everyday. One big jumbled, colorful, unpredictable, undefinable, beautiful clump of experiences, lying dormant and waiting for that next opportunity to take shape into something new, and looking nothing like what we started with, at all. Magical, full of potential, this is unschooling.
P.S. This post was inspired by Suzy. Read her beautiful post on unschooling here.