Confound the Puny-Minded

So no classroom learning in Ontario until at least September. I have to preface whatever I say here with the acknowledgment that I am long past the stage of being part of any homeschooling situation. But I hope something. Even with having the vivid memory of how exasperating, heel of the hand to one’s (own) forehead the experience could be just to ‘encourage’ one’s children through regular homework assignments, I can only try to imagine the ups and downs and more downs of what’s going on in homes these days.

But, like I said already, I can hope something–that there is actually fun happening. And part of that fun would be to experience learning, together, that isn’t just part of the curriculum, as necessary and important as that is. The something I hope has to do with what I’ve heard any good teacher say, that teaching/learning is about learning to learn, loving to learn, everything, insatiably. 

Strangely enough, this hope arose for me in hearing about what is shaping up to be a distinctly unhealthy sort of global competition over the race for, and subsequent distribution of a COVID-19 vaccine. I wonder about the scientists involved in this, more than the people pulling the power strings, whose interest is, well, power. Control. Ownership. The world of nature teaches that collaboration benefits all who collaborate. Competition may make for better figure skaters and iPads, but it’s a lousy approach to genuinely helping one another in a global crisis. 

My guess, since I don’t personally know any scientific geniuses, is that the people that really matter, at the heart of the race for a vaccine (1) have stunningly impressive minds that can focus on one specific task, and (2) have amazingly curious minds with an Olympic-level curiosity about all things, out of which their specialization has emerged. 

But when your interest is power and control, we have seen over and over in the world’s autocrats, you not only do not want to know about some things, you don’t want to know about anything except what helps with your power and control and ownership, and you actively and ruthlessly suppress anyone who dares to ask bigger questions, or offer wider and important knowledge. Scientific facts seem especially to be scorned. 

I very much doubt that anyone who grows up with a wonder-filled curiosity about all things ever gets to that sorry state. 

So, once more, I hope something; that we would trust in the wisdom of the young, and reinforce their curiosity. Just watch. Without losing any of the wonder about all things, they will latch on also to specific paths leading to great discoveries to come. This will emerge in a generation that is unleashed, we would pray, from the control of those who are both powerful and puny-minded.

Save the Games for Games

Working from home. Home schooling. I hope families together at home these days are playing games together too, with no one getting too serious. (I am long past being in that setting, but I like to think I’m a good sport at games, except Scrabble. I hate losing at Scrabble.) That would miss the point, if there is one, and it would make it too much like work, and the games in that setting. Home, of course, should be free of that kind of game. Manipulation. Control. Looking better than the other who is supposed to be part of your team. 

Here’s a theory: People who play those destructive kinds of games at work don’t have enough fun playing real games. They are too much at home in a setting where there are substantial egos, quite prepared to wield whatever weight they have. They attack a straw person version of you. They preface questions with “Please don’t take this personally, but …”, counting on others to assume any concern you have is because you are taking it personally, or being defensive, or taking it the wrong way, or not in “the spirit in which it is intended.” Right. 

It would be great if folks can be free of that. It is great if, at home at least, you can have the seemingly simple thing an astounding number of people eagerly long for: a real conversation,  not infused with some agenda. That would be great for all relationships: life partners, parents and kids, whoever (It’s probably not gonna happen with your cat, however).

It would be wonderful if the home can be what I once heard church referred to as: a therapeutic world (one reason among many why any kind of abuse is horrible in either setting). 

The Harvest Factor

Yes, there are backyard and community vegetable gardens. There are still family farms. But fewer of us all the time are connected to the land and the seasons, apart from, say, hiking and skiing, or what sport we take a short break from watching to have meaningful communication with Grubhub.

It is Harvest Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada. That evokes the sensory feast of food, family and friends, along with, we would more than just wish, practical acknowledgement of those who are lacking those things.

If we consider even more deeply what harvest thankfulness has always been about, it is at least as much about process as result. There is bounty in the experience of community. It’s about people having pitched in when a farmer took ill or was injured, conversations around the farm kitchen table. Think about other things we might well be thankful for. There is abundance of life in the experience and love that has led to the things we enjoy.

I appreciate the mindfulness that lives in (not for) the moment. But each moment is a seed. What are we cultivating?

Genesis 1:12

Bad at Home

I was in my usual coffee shop today. At the table next to me was a couple with a little girl. I guessed she would be three years old. I don’t know exactly what was going on, but the mother was getting increasingly annoyed with the girl. Dad seemed to staying out of it. Anyway, finally the mom blurted out, “Lindsay, you have to learn to behave when we are out,” The girl replied, in a very innocent-sounding voice, “Does that mean it’s OK if I’m bad at home?” Logical question! And not a whole lot different from the way we adults honestly think.