Morning Colloqu–what??

It’s Morning Colloquy (kŏl’ə-kwē) and I first came across this unusual sounding word on a blog called Permanent Things…resisting the tyranny of the Urgent.  I was researching Sabbath Schooling and one blog, led to another blog which led to another blog…you get the idea.

Fortunately, she had a link to a blog post about the topic specifically so that I could read what it was exactly.  You can click on the link below to read her post.  I have found many of her writings refreshing and thought provoking.

Colloquy – (from Latin colloquium: con– [together] + loqui [speak]); meaning “discussion” or “conversation”

I found this intriguing.  I had been having trouble getting my first grader to unplug from his plans in the morning to getting schoolwork done.  I know that no other homeschool mom has trouble getting her kiddos into school mode <wink, wink> but I do.  So, I thought why not give this a try?

No matter how late our morning runs, we always do our Morning Colloquy before anything else.  It didn’t take him long to catch on.  The word Colloquy didn’t scared him as much as it scared me.

We start with doing our memory work.  We use Classical Conversations memory work, but we’re doing Cycle One which coordinates more of our study of history right now.  After our memory work, we work on his AWANA verses.  He adores AWANA and it fits perfectly with our Colloquy because we can have discussions about the verses or the stories.  Then we move onto a story.  We snuggle up on the couch and read.  Right now we are reading from Crystal Pool: Myths and Legends of the World by Geraldine McCaughrean.  He loves this time as well.  We spend time talking about how a lot of the ancient people had their own “creation” stories and how it differs or is similar to the one we believe in the Bible.

After this it’s very easy to transition to schoolwork. I think our Morning Colloquy may change over the years but I’m hooked and I’m so grateful to Angelina in Lousiana for posting it on a blog that ended up on my screen when I needed it most.  See??  Divine Appointment via computers.

To read Angelina’s blog, click below.  Then hop away around her blog or to others.  Enjoy your Morning Colloquy!

Permanent Things

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Bookshelf – Praying In Color

4112qIumZEL._SY344_PJlook-inside-v2,TopRight,1,0_SH20_BO1,204,203,200_This. Book. Is. Wow!

It’s not a big book and nor is it bulky with theology.  It’s simply a new way to connect with God.  I don’t know about you, but I struggle with prayer.  I have several friends who can pray like nobodies business.  Both in front of people and in their prayer closets.  I actually don’t have too much trouble praying in front of others because I know the things to say.  It’s the praying in private that I struggle with.  I have a particular friend who is spiritually gifted in the area of intercession.  She prays for God to burden her with the burdens of those she should pray for.  Wow!  I admire her for that and I’m so grateful when she is burdened for me.

But, my prayer life?   Well, I make my list (which takes forever because I’m trying to think what should be on the list & how to word it) then I try to go through the list.  My mind wanders.  I think about my to-do list, not my to-pray list.  I look out the window and think about the weather.  I think about whether the load of laundry needs rescued from the dryer or needs to be washed again because the mildew has set in.  I think about the crack in the ceiling…oops I’m supposed to have my head bowed.  I think about the dirt under my fingernails.  It goes on and on.  I can’t stay focused.  I doodle on my list.

I’ve also tried praying before I go to bed, but that ends up in sleep.  I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing to fall asleep praying.  I’d like to think God looks at me as I would my own children surrendering to sleep in my arms.  However, I don’t think it should be the only time I pray.  In fact, I know it shouldn’t.

There are books that are recommended to you by other people.  There are books assigned to you.  There are books that you choose depending on your mood at the time.  Then, there are books that you understand you’ve been directed to by the Divine.

I didn’t go looking for this book, it found me.  It was a Divine appointment because it was such a breath of fresh air for me.

It is precisely because my mind wanders and because I’m a natural doodler that this book found me.  It showed me that just because praying off a list is tedious for me, prayer is not elusive.  I can use my doodling as a prayer outlet.  When I need to pray for my daughter as she’s selecting a college, I can write her name and doodle away all around it weaving color around her name and names of the colleges and the choices she must make; keeping my hands busy and so my mind can focus on the praying.  It also allows me to open my heart when I have nothing to write and no words form, just color and shape.  This frees up the Spirit to pray for me. Romans 8:26

You don’t need to be an artist to pray this way.  In fact, I would think being an artist might be a limitation because an artist may look at their color prayers too critically.  I know I’m not great at drawing so I’m less likely to notice if the heart I’ve drawn is more bloated on one side than the other.  I’m not good at perspective either, but that’s okay because it’s God’s perspective I’m after.

If I’m rating this book gets a 5++++++++++++++ from me because I love my new artists’ sketchpad and markers and the prayers I’m creating.

Why WhiteNoise?

I started out in the blogging world with a blog entitled “Blogger Come Lately”.  It was a take on Johnny-Come-Lately because I didn’t come to blogging until after the boat had sailed.  It took me a while to catch up to this social media phenomenon.  I’d been reading blogs for some time but found that I would spend hours hopping from blog to blog and waste an entire day.  The blogosphere can be a huge black hole.

When I returned to blogging with a different focus and understood the black hole it is, I knew in all likelihood it would get lost among so many other blogs.  Blogs that help you save money.  Blogs that have giveaways (which I would like to do someday).  Blogs that teach you a Spiritual Truth.  Blogs that encourage you.  Blogs that chronicle life in spite of a disease.  Blogs that tell you how to fix a car.  Blogs that tell you how to make your own laundry soap.  Blogs that teach you how to cook.  Blogs that review new techno gadgets.  Blogs that show you gorgeous photography.  Blogs that….you get the idea.  You can Google anything and in the entries blogs will appear.  Blogs are everywhere.  So, Blogger Come Lately, while catchy, didn’t fit the reality of the blogging world.  Which meant choosing a different name.

I finally chose WhiteNoise because that’s what it is.  It’s just indistinguishable noise on the spectral scale of the blogosphere.

But I’m ever so grateful you read it sometimes.

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Bookshelf – I Thought it was Just Me

418oxEvpOtL._SY346_PJlook-inside-v2,TopRight,1,0_SH20_I Thought it was Just Me by Brene Brown was gleaned from yet another blog reading list I found at the beginning of summer.  If I were to give it a rating on a five star scale – 1 being hated it (as in this book) and 5 being loved it (as in this book), I would rate this one a 3.5.

A lot of this content is not new.  Reading from a non-religious standpoint was good for me.  Living in our culture makes us compare everything with everyone else, from our best friend to a random lady getting groceries.  Don’t even pretend that you haven’t looked at someone in sweats at the store and not felt yourself superior, even if by being superior I mean that you happen to have had the culture to wear yoga pants.

Shame, that’s what this book is about.  Not guilt over wrong actions which is good and healthy and mostly missing from society today, but shame over who God created us to be.

I never realized how much shame I carry from my past and my now; shame inflicted by others and inflicted on myself.  I feel shame all over the place.  We all have our “shame stories” as Ms. Brown calls them.  She’s spent the better part of her career studying shame.  Who even thinks about studying shame?  But, as she so aptly points out, shame is at the root of most of our perception problems with ourselves.  Generations of shame heaped upon shame heaped upon shame.

Can we just get over ourselves already?  Can we just BE?  It isn’t hard, but it’s paralyzingly frightening.  There’s this person who used to be a friend.  I use the term “used to be” because our relationship is complicated and I wouldn’t categorize it as a friendship at this point in our timelines.  I suspect it’s because I’m too real and she’s spent too much time cultivating an aura of perfection around her that I disappoint or embarrass her (perhaps I scare her a bit).  She once told me that although I understand the why of who I am, I never do anything to change who I am.  What?!?  This comment was meant to shame me and shame me it did!  No human knows my faults more than I do.  I am a work in progress.  I haven’t perfected myself yet (here’s a clue: none of us ever will).  Alas, I’m not a perfect enough friend for this gal and it was during the reading of this book that I came to the conclusion that this is okay.

I’d rather be my imperfect self than a fake, perfected non-self.