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ALMOST   Revisited My son, Ben, is now eleven, but his passion to play outside is just as strong as when he was two.  At two, Ben’s favorite word was  almost ,  and he used it to describe his endless attempts to score a basket, catch a ball, or make a goal.  He wouldn’t make the shot, but  almost .  He would kick the ball a thousand times at the soccer goal, missing them all, and yet each time squeal gleefully that he didn’t make it, but  almost ! I would laugh, toss the ball back to him, and say, “Wow, Bud!  Almost ! Why don’t you line it up, and take another  shot. ”   Almost  was the game, because it meant that we got to keep playing.  Almost  was the chance to stay outside, play, laugh, and be together for just a little  while  longer.  Almost  was better than making it, because the game was not yet over.    I’m sure that the word  almost  is heard frequently in your own homes these days, too.  We’re not quite done with the school year, but  almost . We are not yet
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Generosity of Spirit

I am so touched by the Hammond culture of giving. It is present every day, both individually and collectively, and this time of year it is even greater. Our LS families have exceeded expectations in their giving to Families Helping Families, and tomorrow our LS Faculty will be enjoying a holiday lunch thanks to our Lower School Council.  Thank you to everyone.  Through our Tuesday Talks, we have extended the concept of giving through discussions of wants and needs and encouraging students to participate in school service efforts to help others.  We work to support students' sense of community and civic responsibility, increasing their compassion for others, and discovering for themselves that even one young person can make a difference in the life of another.  This time of year is filled with wonderful stories of miracles and light from many cultures and religions around the world. I think of it as a time of year in which we all want to remember that beautiful, magica

Setting Your Intentions

I am an eternal "beginner" yoga student.   I accept that I may not ever be able to lower my heels all the way to the ground while doing downward dog.  A handstand seems an unlikely possibility. Despite my lack of physical progress in yoga, I have progressed from the mindset that yoga practice helps us to...well, to practice. One of the powerful practices that I have taken away is that of setting intentions. Miraculously, like a handstand, I do find that when I set my intentions, I achieve them.  Motivate the mind; the body will follow. Today as I organized my desk, preparing mentally for my 21st academic year and 2nd as Head of School, I thought often of setting my intentions for the new school year and for the day. My desk is loaded with tasks that are important to accomplish, correspondence that requires response, and articles that should be read.  Where to begin?  How long do I have to get it all done?  The work of an effective educational leader is never done --- &quo
Endless Time   R abindranath Tagore Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower. We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late. And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last. At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time.
The Year of the Dragon: In With a Mighty Roar! I’m partial to signs. I make an effort to follow them and to encourage children to do the same. After all, they are there for a reason.   From traffic signs to store signs to product labels or billboards, we are surrounded by signs.   In language development, we call these signs environmental print , and they are often the first words that children learn to read. Stop.   El Rey. Animal Crossing. Signs also come in other forms, somewhat more symbolic, mystical or suggested. Body language is an essential sign, and if you have ever not paid attention to its importance, you know what a mistake that was.   Cloudy- grey skies: sure looks like it’s going to rain.    Finding lost coins can be a sign, though somewhat difficult to act upon:   Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck; find a penny, let it lie, all your troubles pass you by.   I’ve always struggled with weighing better luck against fewer troubles. The st

Dec. 2, 2011: Mother's Day

I took a jewelry making class when I was sixteen. I began the class making a simple silver ring, but ended it making elaborate bracelets, rings, and key chains.   I won an award, fed my ego, kept my favorite pieces and completely forgot about the first ring that I had ever made, which I had given to my Nan as she had been visiting us during the time I was taking the class. I was sixteen, and that silver ring was out of my mind probably two minutes after I gave it to Nan.   I am named after my grandmother, Helen, but I always called her Nan.   Though she was forced to drop out of school after fourth grade during the Great Depression in the United States, Nan was usually the wisest person in the room.   Her sense, along with her capacity to laugh and enjoy life despite the heartache, came from her tremendous ability to keep her ego at bay, live in the present, and to lead a spiritual life.   She summarized it in her motto: we’re all just here on a visit.   We did things together

Nov. 18, 2011: More Weaving!

This week, at least 3 girls approached me to share their latest woven-wares: self-create, handmade adornments:  bracelets, necklaces, and Barbie-sized scarves.  You can imagine that I was delighted to see their work, as well as the canvas bag full of yarn that they carried to be able to continue working on their craft during recess. One student took the time to show me how to crochet by looping yarn around my finger, a technique that I shall have to practice in order to master.  The appearance at school of students weaving and crocheting coincided with my return from Guatemala,  where I had been to meet with the other Elementary Principals of the Central American region, and so I was likely the most enthusiastic observer of the girls’ recent exploration into weaving, having renewed my appreciation for the amazing hand-woven textiles of Guatemala.  The Embera–Wounaan tribes of Panama also have an important tradition of basket