Natalie Thinks

I discovered this title from a Facebook page by the same name and I find the quotes they share to be particularly powerful. Like this one. For four years I had four kids living in my house, in three different schools. I was teaching full-time, and running a guest house.   Futhermore, because we live in the countryside we have to drive 30-45 minutes to get pretty much anywhere. So I know a bit about being busy, but I have very deliberately worked my way out of that.   I am grateful to be in a much quieter season at the moment. How busy are you? Firstly recognise that everything that requires effort is work: house work is work; taking care of kids is work; meeting family commitments is work; driving a car is work; service in the church or community can be work.   Your 8 hours at your chosen occupation is just one facet of the work you do. The sum of all your daily tasks may be taking you over the top.   Studies have shown that in the workplace people are literally getti

I wrote this 4 years ago, but didn't publish it. Still true. I want to start a movement called ‘Slow teaching’ in the same spirit as the Slow Food Movement. Because we’re starving our children, serving them superficial and contrarily highly complicated information instead of soul-building, sustaining basics. I speak as someone who has just moved from a very small, very unique school where ‘slow teaching’ is mostly standard fare; to a large government school, a very good government school; where compliance to the education department syllabi is adhered to. Now I must take a group of students through a beautifully written book with several complex themes in a matter of six to eight 30 minute lessons. It’s a thin-ish book but this is a second (or third) language for my students, so they barely understand the story. And I don’t have the time to go slowly enough to explain all the words, or to re-read paragraphs. I can’t take time out to discuss the setting of South Africa and

I know this was probably one of those polite questions where I was supposed to respond with, “Fine thank you, and yours?” But I was caught off guard and when I just stared slack-jawed into my memory, she was forced to say, “Is that a tough question?” Well yes. Because nothing really bad happened but… Let’s take a look shall we. First, there is the ongoing matter of trying not to eat, breathe or move on the right side of my mouth.  Let’s just say if you thought getting a crown took you into the league of supersonic teeth aka JAWS (the 007 one), then you like me, are sadly mistaken. Seems I am soon to have the thing extracted. Next, there’s the ongoing siege of ants who are determined to invade my kitchen.  I then commit acts of ant genocide only to find that their envoys have not satisfactorily communicated the message back home, and another bunch of suckers are sent in.  I have to admit, they’re wearing me down… Thirdly. My son is now farming rabbits.  The dogs think

On my way out today I saw: 55 yellow and purple wildflowers, standing proud in the breeze 34 cows, lolling in the veld 21 birds, insect-hunting across the sky 13 children of God, waiting along the side of the road 8 guinea fowl, unsure which way to turn 5 sunflowers in search of sun 3 buck, meandering the cool morning 2 bright red Bishop birds, pestering a stem of grass 1 sky overall And within it all the embracing Spirit of God. * The Fibonacci sequence starts like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 and so on forever. Each number is the sum of the two numbers that precede it. It's a simple pattern, but it appears to be a kind of built-in numbering system to the cosmos, and could possibly speak to the idea of a divine creator.