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T Reverie

Siproena Johnson

March.5.13

Week 9 Reverie

P188 Bachelard “But can’t those times of the speaking world be reborn?  Whoever goes to the bottom of reverie rediscovers natural reverie, a reverie of the original cosmos and the original dreamer.  The world is no longer mute”

There is tension rising as I rebirth my childhood

What was my life beyond the hospital to which I connect with such technicality?

I dream of days attempting to filter through

Find the days that this vision is not true

Regardless still a part of me

The child of healthy light I’ve yearned to be

What now of these children who learn and share?

The accomplishments they to me bare

It’s not always easy being a child, no matter how strong you’re loved or much less when unwanted

There is often something in the way or literally out of grasp

Slipping through delicate little fingers

Water cupped in hands

Sure as we age, we may yearn for those days to return

Without the harshness received in adolescence when some believed

No matter how much we accomplish, the wrongs gleam so much stronger in their eyes

How many times do adults pause, and listen? not simply for “I’m hungry” and “I’m sleepy”

The times children speak of their day, a picture drawn, or random comments that seem like drivel

Do we try to understand?

Attempt a reply with relevant conversation?

Pass the child off to simply wander

We may not always have the time, but when opportunities arise, take them, embrace them

There’s no telling what you’ll learn no matter how young the teacher

 

 

Holdrege Term Paper Fall

Siproena Johnson

Nov.1.12

As Poetry Recycles Neurons

Kinesthetic Science

 

There is a capacity for all of us to learn from life whether this life is a human, animal, or in this case, I shall share the knowledge which can be gained with the willingness to accept the mentorship of a plant.  This plant is called lovage or by the scientific name of Levisticum officinale and the connection I find with this plant is that understanding the smallest of life can make a world of differences for my own health.  Cooperation between our lives at all levels is imperative for all of us in our continuous journey in the cycles of life.  This dependence on all levels of life exists whether or not we see it.

Sensing Boundaries:

Science has always been about trial and error for me.  It is a matter of practice, as in doing something, manipulation of my surroundings with my curiosity.  “What will happen if I do this?”  It’s the fun of screwing around with things.  A memorable year brings forth a memorable instructor.  It was eighth grade, his name; Mr. Walton. He was a kooky ‘ol guy with a love for exploration.  The only thing that sucked was my ability to keep up with some of the work.  My fluctuating boundary is illness.  At this time, my fight with Lupus was not in my favor.  Lupus has many forms as a disease while its name is linked to translate as the wolf in Latin.  The disease got the name Lupus by the physical symptoms which emerge such as the flares or active Lupus shown like burns across a person’s face leaving a wolf-like bite scaring the bridge of the nose after the rash dissolves.  Some are afflicted with Discoid Lupus, a far more physically noticeable form where the rash recurs and topical solutions manage this form.  I have the disease at the full capacity which is called Systemic Lupus Erythematosus.  As the name may show you, it affects my entire body, inside and out.  This chronic illness has created my over reactive immune system that creates antibodies which in turn destroy my cells indiscriminately, like terrorists in my body.   The primary targets in my case are the kidneys. These kidneys became weak and two drastic measures were taken to alleviate this with treatments involving the “cure all” steroid Prednisone, an oral medication and Cytoxan, an intravenous medication was charging my body weakening the illness and consequently weakening me.   There came a point of hospitalization and arrangements were made for my close friends and classmates to start bringing classwork to the hospital so I wouldn’t fall further behind in eighth grade core studies.  Another boundary had two aspects; math and my mother.  My kinesthetic learning style and her impatience spewing through oratory instructions did not help me comprehend materials the way the teacher instructed.  This was a recurring interaction with my mother as well as her verbalized belief that her superb aptitude in mathematics should have trickled down to me.  I’ve made it through these things, thus only making me stronger for myself and others with true empathy for their struggles.

Delicate Empiricism: Science as a Conversation

As I study this lovage plant, first with my eyes, I notice the leaves are larger near the soil.  Gradually scanning skyward along its stems which branch out like little fingers, my eyes are captivated by the small tulip shaped buds marking new leaves position of growth;  beauty.  This act of noticing bits and pieces of the plant begin to remind me of a tale fondly read in my childhood and a particular line stands out; “Are you a good noticer?”  Hugh Lofting’s words in The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle.  These words reverberate through my process of conversing with the lovage and guide me though the process of practicing Goethean science.  I next find myself connecting the plants use in the 1400’s and the placard posted designating its position in this particular herb garden.  It was used for urinary tract infections and the prevention of kidney stones in this time period yet, not for the plants growth readily seen by my eyes.  Our potential for good can be in the same manner, it lies in us while the medicinal benefit of this plant lies in the roots.

Engaging the Conversation

Lovage has a small space to work with in this herb garden section and at first I had trouble recognizing which plant is the lovage I wish to converse with.  I ultimately cross referenced the plants scientific name which is Levisticum officinale in order to be certain of its appearance because its space lies next to the similarly shaped Lemon Balm.  Soon after this pictorial research I can begin drafting a picture of my own perception of this plant as I crouch down in the garden.  I am drawn to the capacity of the plant’s versatility, while it was once used for the roots now it is used for salads as a garnish.  Herbal remedies continue to link me to conversations with my grandmother and the awareness of surroundings she imprints upon me since my early childhood.  Awareness is incorporating all my senses, as is the translation I perceive from Goethean scientific practices.  Again in the classroom, stares and glances around the room begin the day until I finally find a comfortable seating location.  After finding an arrangement for my supplies, there is a motion to rescan my materials before the instructors begin a transition signal for their attention.  With pen in hand and the first ruled paper I spot with free space I begin writing the day’s heading and pause at the sound of instructors beginning their expectations.  In this particular space is the opportunity to engage more physical senses such as taste, smell, and audio.  More importantly, what arise are the mental sensations of consciousness.

Stares, glances and a motion to start writing first begin with a slight anxiety.  Today is Wednesday and the instructor is explaining numerous aspects for the major project and the expectations placed upon us as Evergreen students.  I stare off absorbing the criteria while hearing her say “College students are apt to ….” Again, I stare absorbing the lecture while calculations of what I am about to write and when it is safe to begin without missing a key point.  The questions invitation is made and a slight silence fills the room.  A peer from the left begins his conception of the professor’s instructions.  I take this as a moment to apply pen to paper when his laymen terms are affirmed in a way which I can understand more quickly than the instructor’s words.  Now I have a chance to communicate once again with my plant, this time lighting its personality as it enlightens me.

Exact Sensorial Imagination and Living Understanding

While Lupus is the disease in need of control, my control would depend on using my better judgment, good kidney function is a priority for my body to thrive as a whole.  My mentor, this lovage continues to provoke more questions of what alternatives I initially have had as a child following the best interest of my elders regarding the management of my kidney disease.  “What if” choices are long gone now to attempt at reversing the products of my actions.  Due to my physically child size body at the time of this autoimmune disease diagnosis, the question of understanding the influence my choice of actions have on controlling this element of Lupus has often been risen by these caregivers.  Mixed messages for me to obtain perfection in this mist of blatant and implied doubt of my abilities to produce my caregiver’s perception of perfection gave way to depression.  There are still times natural elements in life are reminding me of those that can be manipulated in one’s favor, yet not fully controlled by any one nor group.  The body is a system of components dependent on conversations among themselves in reaction to a foreign entity or place.  This plant is a body, moved to this foreign space, now in part has become dependent upon humans for adequate maintenance in our current time of climate shift.

Lovage- A Portrayal

The character of my lovage plant is life bubbly in shape, curves almost 180 degree crescents sensing its arches and its border created by other plants in the human manipulated location, a garden. Although this plant is not alone in this setting of the Evergreen herb garden it would usually be among other Mediterranean plants with dry weather but it is here in an adopted location. Washington State is my current adopted location in which I have taken root while the hot dry climate and extreme temperatures found in Texas are what I am accustom to calling the environment and place I call home.   This is the physical and mental connection I find in this plant.  These lime yellow leaves with some tiny tulip-like burgundy shaped florets near the skyward tips of the stalks attract my belief that though small in size a potential for large changes can occur.  Each full grown leaf of the plant has short staggered arcs while the Lemon Balm neighbor consists of longer wide arcs as the border for this other plant’s leaves.  The ugliest aspects of the plant are the browning blotches smothering some of the larger leaves near the base.  I notice these aspects with focused searching otherwise this flaw might not have been noticed.  The ugliest part of myself in many occasions is my mind while it is provoking constant conflict of negativity through my eyes.  I see a correlation with my ugliest aspect and the plant’s is the questions of useful existence.  I am often reminded there is not enough evidence to support this contrast by others who interact with me such as children and animals sharing their unconditional love.  This unconditional love stirs from the earliest of childhood I can remember at age 5.  Plants and animals have surrounded me ever since.  My grandmother’s home would have vegetables, herbs, fruits, and animals consistently well-nourished as we would grow together.  I would engage with the 7 cats, 3 dogs, and 2 birds every visit and stay until my brother’s birth in ’93 and his addition to the fun.  Parents, brother, and I retained this lifestyle, while not as large; we intermittently had 3 dogs, a bird and indoor/outdoor cats.  Although the cats and bird did not last long with the growth of my brother and me, a dog or two remains a consistent pet to turn to for unconditional love and compassion.

My brother and grandmother are the ones I have been able to speak most openly to.  Grandma is from the farmland Philippines, and her personality sure shows.  Smart work, diligence, and focus are key practices to succeed as well as the willingness to keep an open mind.  It’s almost like experiencing the stereotypical live off the land country folk with grandma and her lessons.  My brother and I maintain the closest bond to one another from early childhood with her consistent care guidance which would also incorporate the mindfulness she appreciates in the Buddhists practice.  The compassionate love for life at all levels attitude resonates as I think of and talk to her about anything.  Simplicity for stability is what I am reminded when she speaks to calm my uncertainties.  For my brother and me, our mother seemed more naïve and complicated, starting as the seedling rooted in the city garden knowing exactly which brand of fertilizer is coming to her for nourishment and demanding this routine be undisturbed.

The Whole in the Part

This time, I cling to the conception from a peer in this Goethean science approach, which I find easier to grasp.  It comes from a student, a peer less intimidating than an instructor, one who feels easier to question and converse with after the session closes.  My next peer has no gender but does have awareness I am continuing to develop.  It is assisting my efforts to understand my own existence in the confines of this course room.  Its name is lovage, an herb grasping my attention by the mere corner of my left eye with its medicinal description in the Evergreen college medicinal herb section.  This is the plant’s confine.  This garden is its current home far from the Mediterranean’s climate.  I think of the place I now reside and the place my heart and mind embrace as home, Grand Prairie, Texas.  There is a conflict of interests desiring any attention regarding the management of my health.

Unity of the Organism

This is a wholistic approach to science, incorporating a plant to assist my knowledge, a necessity for survival of us as bodies traveling from seed to soil in the cycles of life.  My grandmother insists on the use of natural remedies while my parents revere the doctors prescriptions solely used. Wonder comes upon me as I study the lovage, a medicinal plant in the use of UTT’s and kidney disease.  A number of the medications I’ve taken have been manufactured synthetically, produced for the alleviation of kidney disease symptoms.  In addition, I am reminded of water, a key element in the health of this common life is both a key to my kidney health in regard to the kidney function as a filter and this plants source of some nourishment.  With the return of rain, the plants seem to be receiving too much of a good thing after being without rain for some time.  This observation reminds me of the imbalance I created with my own body by consumption of far too much sodium with weak filtration; my kidneys.  Ultimately my body became flooded, as the gardening grounds and streets do when not enough rain and cleansing of the gutters occur.  Swelling of my tissues with water continued until I died more than once.  Another connection my plant and I have found is a positive response to music.  This response is healthy grown.  What is even more astounding is the type of music with which this positive response occurs; metal/rock.

Doing Goethean Science

Preparing the ground—A new attitude of mind

Practicing Goethean science

Practicing Goethean science translates into the repetition of sensory activities to encourage a better understanding of one’s surroundings as doing Goethean science requires physical hands on experience while applying an open mind with the life you are trying to wholeheartedly understand.  I wholeheartedly wish to know how the things I interact with function and understanding the parts from which the creation is birthed can resolve the curiosity I find in the phenomenon such as how plants like this lovage can stimulate the human body for good health.  I have learned at an early age to analyze everything which goes into my body whether it be a food, drink, or medication.  Understanding all that goes into these items and how they can positively or negatively interact with my body and its particular system has been a practice I learned to be accommodating and patient with from experiencing my not so average lifestyle.

 

Lovage Poem: Plant to Prescription

 

Transition, transformation, metamorphosis, phases of change

Taking a life, lovage as a specimen to subdue diseases range

Marvel at this medicinal plant, an herb with potential to stall, disease of kidneys, the filters for us all

Creating an inanimate, medicinal resource, from one once alive again stalling diseases course

The disease finding shelter in my body, taking me over, as its own, Lupus, the wolf, with character all its own

 

T-Reverie 3

“It’s time to get up Prena!” “You need to eat before we take you to school.”  Gas stove hums as I travel down the hall.  The chirping clock repeats grandma’s call.  Oils scent stirs with egg, as they fry in the cast iron skillet.  “I don’t like egg for breakfast, could I eat something else instead of it?” You shouldn’t be so picky, grandma sternly says in reply.  You need your protein so you can focus as the class-day goes by.  Your brother will learn to eat healthy, to grow big and strong.  This comparison, while unintended, made me feel I had done wrong.

You need to eat, don’t skip meals.  Grandma still repeats these words during phone calls to this day.  If I haven’t already done so, I tell her and eat right away.  The dish may be small, but I’ve performed the task she asks.  Usually it is cereal or a bagel sandwich with some fruit juice in a glass.  If it’s not her kitchen, voice, or clock reminding me, it is the prescription bottle label or hospital antibacterial filling the room’s air.  Vividly I’m reminded, of turns taken leading to trouble all because I ignored the scents of care.

T-logs

T-Week 4 Log 22hrs

February 1st

4 hours-reading The Arts and Human Development, Waldorf

2 hours-writing poem

3 hours-drawing

February 2nd

4 hours-reading The Arts and Human Development

3 hours-drafting activities

February 3rd

2 hours-teaching crafts

4 hours-writing notes and poetry

T-Week 5 Logs 49hrs

February 4th

4 hours-reading The Arts and Human Development

1 hour-writing notes

2 hours-reading PBS child learning article

February 5th

1 hour reading

2 hours writing notes

2 hours reading internet articles

February 6th

1 hour writing

4 hours reading/comparing human development theorists

1 hour writing notes/compiling references

February 7th

2 hours reading

2 hours writing notes

2 hours writing

February 8th

3 hours demonstrating origami

1 hour writing poem

3 hours drawing

2 hours reading

February 9th

4 hours reviewing new crafts

3 hours gathering supplies

3 hours reviewing instructions

February 10th

Day to rest

T-Week 6 Logs

February 11th

3 hours reading development programs online

3 hours comparing school districts

February 12th

 

February 13th

 

February 14th

2 hours reading The Arts and Human Development

2 hours writing notes

2 hours children’s freestyle art

3 hours writing

February 15

1 hour reviewing writing

February 16

T-Week 7 Logs

1 hour reviewing writing

February 17

2 hours editing

February 18

February 19

February 20

1 hour writing poems

February 21

half hour editing poetry

February 22

February 23

T-Week 8 Logs

February 24

3 hours crafts with neighbors

February 25

February 26

February 28

 

Potential Perception

Through Child’s Eyes

It’s not always easy being a child, no matter how strong you’re loved or much less when unwanted

There is often something in the way or literally out of grasp

Slipping through delicate little fingers

Water cupped in hands

Sure as we age, we may yearn for those days to return

Without the harshness received in adolescence when some believed

No matter how much we accomplish, the wrongs gleam so much stronger in their eyes

How many times do adults pause, and listen?, not simply for “I’m hungry” and “I’m sleepy”

The times children speak of their day, a picture drawn, or random comments that seem like drivel

Do we try to understand?

Attempt a reply with relevant conversation?

Pass the child off to simply wander

We may not always have the time, but when opportunities arise, take them, embrace them

There’s no telling what you’ll learn no matter how young the teacher

T-Craft

Children drive me to believe in possibilities

Take in what exists while seeing what could be

Children show me curiosity sustains the person to obtain and reach for new goals

Children are more apt to find excitement in realities;

A thing commonplace such as a box, an animal or a tree,

Is given a new life, a new identity

Children teach me to laugh and help me find the confidence I often leave behind

Living for the day carefree, no doubt or belief in failure

The drive to look forward to the next day, critical voices muted and left to lie

Week 5 Log

Therapeutic Child Craft
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February 8th

4 hours – reading
2 hours – journaling about the relationship between the practice of arts and crafts during childhood as well as its influence on the human mind

2 hours hours –re-writing/organizing reading notes

February 9th

2 hours – derive – take note of things I was drawn to
1.5 hours – journaling – crafting notes into poem

Totals

This week: 8 hours

Cumulative total: 48 hours

Reading List:

The Arts and Human Development: How Its Use Shapes the Brain, Language, and Human Culture
Poetics Bachelard
Beyond the Body Proper: Reading the Anthropology of Material Life
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Time to Learn and Play

Trampling of feet, tiny toddler size three shoes
Delightfully energetic the child chorus approaches and grows
Quickly! Such excitement cannot be suppressed!
Giggles, screeches, and yays as the ambush of hugs makes headway to a close
Putting every stern adult to the test
Children’s first words deciphered, “What will we do today!?”
Recognizing the enthusiasm, in reply I begin to say,
“I’ll get the paper.” and “Settle down…” to a few.
I now search my mind for projects familiar, and possibly new.
Questions continue to spill over one another as the children compete to be heard.
Standing here, a little puzzled, I catch a child’s eyes
A calming wave of quiet rushes in to my surprise
Quickly now, I grasp this chance, their attention grasped by song
It’s 45 degrees outside, while the room here is no warmer
At last we find our seats to learn some things from eachother