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Nature-Connected Parenting: May We Raise Children . . .

I came across this poem today, posted on Facebook by a teacher friend. Comments below . . .

I googled the author, Nicolette Sowder, and learned that she started a website and Facebook page, Wilderchild.com, that’s dedicated to the idea of nature-connected parenting. Go ahead and click that link if you are interested.

Nicolette writes: “Guide your family back to nature. We were once wild. I want to help you slow down, simplify, and invite nature back into your family’s life. Let’s go wild together.”

You can sign up for the newsletter:

“Slowing down and connecting with the rhythms of nature is an easier path to walk when you are supported by an amazing community of families who you resonate with. There are different areas of the Wilder Child ecosystem depending on where you are in your journey. The thing that connects all those paths is the Wilder Child Newsletter. I will never spam you, and you’ll only get an email filled with updates & goodies once a lunar month on every full moon. Sign up here and get your free Nature Play printable.”

Amen, Nicolette, whoever you are!

 

“Books Have Souls,” A Passage from Susan Orlean’s THE LIBRARY BOOK

You know when you read something so good, you have to immediately reread that section? And then a week later, you go back to it again, and again and, weeks later, again again? Well, I’ve been feeling that awe over Susan Orlean’s The Library Book. There are many passages I could share, but this one in particular just keeps stabbing me in the heart.

I have a similar feeling about music. I don’t play guitar, I don’t play anything, but I love music. I’ve always admired how amateur guitarists — a middle school kid somewhere, or a lawyer home after a grueling day — heading down to the basement to plug in their stratocasters, being able to feel the great songs roll through their bodies like a river. To, you know, channel that original inspiration through their fingertips. That connection.


That’s how I feel about re-typing passages from great writers. I’ve done it quite a few times over the years. It’s a pleasure to feel those words run through me, even if they did not originate here. This section is from pages 55-56, the opening paragraph from Chapter 5.

I hope you enjoy it. Because if you don’t, well, I’m not sure we can continue to be friends:

I decided to burn a book, because I wanted to see and feel what Harry would have seen and felt that day if he had been at the library, if he had started the fire. Burning a book was incredibly hard for me to do. Actually, doing it was a breeze, but preparing to do it was challenging. The problem was that I have never been able to do harm to a book. Even books I don’t want, or books that are so worn out and busted that they can’t be read any longer, cling to me like thistles. I pile them up with the intention of throwing them away, and then, every time, when the time comes, I can’t. I am happy if I can give them away or donate them. But I can’t throw a book in the trash, no matter how hard I try. At the last minute, something glues my hands to my sides, and a sensation close to revulsion rises up in me. Many times, I have stood over a trash can, holding a book with a torn cover and a broken binding, and I have hovered there, dangling the book, and finally, I have let the trash can lid snap shut and I have walked away with the goddamn book — a battered, dog-eared, wounded soldier that has been spared to live another day. The only thing that comes close to this feeling is what I experience when I try to throw out a plant, even if it is the baldest, most aphid-ridden, crooked-stemmed plant in the world. The sensation of dropping a living thing into the trash is what makes me queasy. To have that same feeling about a book might seem strange, but this is why I have come to believe that books have souls — why else would I be so reluctant to throw one away? It doesn’t matter that I know I’m throwing away a bound, printed block of paper that is easily reproduced. It doesn’t feel like that. A book feels like a thing alive in this moment, and also alive on a continuum, from the moment the thoughts about it first percolated in the writer’s mind to the moment it sprang off the printing press — a lifeline that continues as someone sits with it and marvels over it, and it continues on, time after time after time. Once words and thoughts are poured into them, books are no longer just paper and ink and glue: They take on a kind of human vitality. The poet Milton called this quality in books “the potency of life.” I wasn’t sure I had it in me to be a killer.

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The Year in Children’s Book Festivals

Believe me when I say this: I am grateful to be invited to participate in children’s book festivals, keenly aware that someday these opportunities will stop coming. Glad to get out there, meet readers, sign books. It’s an honor.

Here’s how the year in festivals is shaping up so far. I am always eager to link school visits with these festivals (hint, hint). Feel free to contact me for more information.

 

Kids Read: A Book Festival

April 13, Poughkeepsie, NY.

This is a brand new festival, some folks in the Poughkeepsie area trying to do good things for their community. The festival will be located at Our Lady of Lourdes HS. Happy to lend my support.

 

Hudson Children’s Book Festival

May 4, Hudson, NY.

This one has a special place in my heart, and is closest to my home. Always glad to be a part of it. Oh, and sweet poster by the sagacious Wendell Minor.

 

Chappaqua Children’s Book Festival

October 5, Chappaqua, NY.

They always guarantee beautiful weather. That’s how Chappaqua rolls! And every year somebody says, “Maybe Hillary Clinton will come.” She might!

Warwick Children’s Book Festival

October 12, Warwick, NY.

Sweet town, worth a visit if you’ve never been. There’s a place on the corner that makes the best egg sandwiches. I arrive an hour early just to grab one.