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So I’ve already blown the surprise out on our family pictures this year, here. Thank you again to Aubreigh Parks for the wonderful snaps! You can learn more about scheduling your own family photo session here.

*Spoiler alert: I’m about to do the same with our family Christmas cards. Blow any anticipation you had of receiving one of these babies away like Autumn’s dried leaves.*

One really great eventuality of these kinds of family photo sessions (read: the reason we take family photos every year) is that we can then turn them into cards to send to our nearest and dearest.

I’m sure there are plenty of Family Photo Card poo-pooers out there. I mean, a good friend of mine has already begun publicly denouncing his hearing of Christmas music!

It’s December 4th, buddy, you’ve only got… practically an entire month to go. Good luck with your Scroogity Christmas tune distaste. All I am saying is that there are those who think all of this sending cards mumbo-jumbo is for the birds. Well you have your opinion, and I’ll have mine.

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This year we chose to have our cards printed through Artifact Uprising, and we could not be more pleased with the results. You can read the story behind Artifact Uprising here.

I was so touched by their simple desire, not only to CAPTURE life in photo, but their concern with how we keep those memories or hold on to those moments after that picture has been taken. How will we conjure up those sweet snap shots on dead cell phones, or dinosaur computers, they ask?

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This is it friends. Instead of leaving behind old cell phones and eventually un-charable computers we’ll be leaving behind pictures. Printed photos. Physical documents of some of the most special, priceless, beloved moments captured and then inked.

If you hurry, you’ll still be able to get standard shipping on most photo cards, photo books, and prints at Artifact Uprising. They also have awesome options for turning your photos in wall art.

Enough waxing on about photos, letters, and other printed paraphernalia. I’ve got letters to write, and stamp, and send. Now if I could just get my hands on a book of those adorable Peanuts Forever stamps!

Have a beautiful weekend, friends.

XX, Megan

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P.S. Just in case you thought I really wrote my Cards surrounded by springs of Blue Spruce, the actually madness of my table is below. Complete with a dying floral arrangement.

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Thanksgiving Prayer

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The song below has been playing in my head all Holiday. I cannot wrest the images of Syrian refugees, Parisian terror victims, Palestinian and Israeli families who have all experienced death of children, parents, loved ones for decades from my mind.

I do not understand the hatred some carry in their hearts for people they would term “other”, heathen, infidel. Hate for people who have different beliefs, religions, ethnicities, heritage, backgrounds, and understanding. I do not understand killing others to bring the chapters of human history on earth to a close.

I’m not trying to be so general, amorphous, or overarching here that this prayer becomes unspecific or ambiguous and therefore without power or meaning. I simply want to see and feel love for all of God’s children in a more personal, direct and empathetic way, and allow that empathy– that real care and concern– to move me to create pathways for peace within myself and in the larger world.

Where will we find love for one another this year and into our shared future? Who will we look to for for this LOVE. Will we look at one another with new eyes, recognizing our shared humanity?

David James Duncan writes, “There is a kind of all-embracing universality evident in Mother Teresa’s prayer: “May God break my heart so completely that the whole world falls in.” Not just fellow nuns, Catholics, Calcuttans, Indians. The whole world. It gives me pause to realize that, were such a prayer said by me and answered by God, I would afterward possess a heart so open that even hate-driven zealots would fall inside…

My sense of the world as a gift, my sense of a grace operative in this world despite its terrors, propels me to allow the world to open my heart still wider, even if the openness comes by breaking—for I have seen the whole world fall into a few hearts, and nothing has ever struck me as more beautiful.”

Will we look to the Maker and Creator? Will we look to that Jesus who holds a place of highest esteem in so many of Earth’s religious traditions? Will we find the realities of our shared similarity? Will we recognize the common desires of family, safety, love, health, community, freedom, and more?

Large questions remain. How will we make this world safe for our children, and reach out in peace to those who harbor such hatred toward their fellow humans? May peace come to the earth. Not the peace of a particular group, splinter, or fanatic movement– but the PEACE the Christ left upon the earth more than 2,000 years ago.

This peace exists, if only we reach through it time and time and time again in prayer, with broken and honest hearts, and a desire to truly act upon and share that peace with all of our Sisters and Brothers around the world. All of us His children. All of us part of a great family.

His PEACE transcends our small understanding, “But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.

Peace, I leave with you, my peace I give unto you. Not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” John 14:26-27

“Can you hear the prayer of the children?
On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
Turning heavenward toward the light

Crying Jesus, help me
To see the morning light-of one more day
But if I should die before I wake,
I pray my soul to take

Can you feel the hearts of the children?
Aching for home, for something of their very own
Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to,
But hope for a better day a better day

Crying Jesus, help me
To feel the love again in my own land
But if unknown roads lead away from home,
Give me loving arms, away from harm

Can you hear the voice of the children?
Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
Blood of the innocent on their hands

Crying Jesus, help me
To feel the sun again upon my face,
For when darkness clears I know you’re near,
Bringing peace again”

Kurt Bestor, 1994

The Great Thanksgiving Listen: StoryCorps

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This Thanksgiving I am grateful for StoryCorps. The non-profit organization who has made it their mission to listen– to 911 survivors, to inner city school kids, to veterans, to immigrants, to lovers, to friends, to parents and grandparents, to civil rights activists– to everyone.

I have spoken about StoryCorp several times on Refined + Rugged, here and here. There are some very exciting happenings happening over at StoryCorp this Thanksgiving.

The first is that they were the Ted Talk prize winner for 2015. With the 1M dollar prize, StoryCorp founder David Isay created the StoryCorp App.

Now with nothing more than your smart phone and the StoryCorp App, you too can participate in recording the voices of your grandparents, parents, elders, or even friends.

StoryCorps is spear-heading The Great Thanksgiving Listen this Thanksgiving, November 26th, 2015. They are inviting EVERYONE to download their app and record the memories and voices of a loved one.

It is so easy! Choose someone to interview. Download the app. Pick some really good questions. Find a quiet place to record. Listen. Closely.

Then share your interview with the WORLD. StoryCorps aims to create the largest archive of human voices ever recorded.

The Great Thanksgiving Listen encourages us to ask and listen. To look outside of ourselves into the narratives of others and recognize the family, community, and friendship building that occurs when we LISTEN to one another and our personal histories.

From the StoryCorp Website:

“This Thanksgiving weekend, StoryCorps will work with teachers and high school students across the country to preserve the voices and stories of an entire generation of Americans over a single holiday weekend.

Open to everyone, The Great Thanksgiving Listen is a national assignment to engage people of all ages in the act of listening. The pilot project is specially designed for students ages 13 and over and as part of a social studies, history, civics, government, journalism, or political science class, or as an extracurricular activity. All that is needed to participate is a smartphone and the StoryCorps mobile app.”

To be honest, I haven’t chosen a loved one to interview yet. I may have to record my interview the day after Thanksgiving.

But the great thing is that the StoryCorps App isn’t design ONLY for The Great Thanksgiving Listen, it is designed to be used any day any where around the globe!!!

Click here to learn more about StoryCorps and ME, and how you can participate in The Great Thanksgiving Listen.

Click here to follow The Great Thanksgiving Listen on Facebook.

Click here if you are a teacher and want to learn more about how StoryCorp is partnering with High School Teachers and Students everywhere to participate in this National Day of Listening.

Click here to read more about the StoryCorps app for iPhone or Android.

Try it out. Set up an interview and have a listen. I would love to hear how your conversation turns out.

XX, Megan

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Family

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Love.

We’ve had family photos taken each year for five years or so. I love the work our friend Aubreigh has done each year, and this year is no exception. She did an awesome job*.

Besides capturing individual portraits of the boys which are 1000 times better than school photos, it has been fun to watch our family grow and change and age.

There was a moment last night when the boys were brushing their teeth and I just stared. Gazed at them, wondering how they grew so quickly from babies to boys. Wondering how those gorgeous, delicious, eight pound bundles had become these people who could brush their own teeth.

I’ve had those fleeting pauses, those frozen reflections before– tying a shoe, giving a hug, receiving a smile, watching a new developmental stage  or skill be obtained.

But I have to admit that sometimes it is not the excitement of the first bite of food, or the first word or step that gives me these glimpses into how far we’ve come together.

It is the little things that bring me the most reflection– the seemingly mundane. I get all filled up with the goodness, feeling, and immense intricacies of family. Like two boys, who were once tiny babies, now brushing their teeth side by side at the bathroom mirror.

Don’t even get me started on flossing ;).

Life.

XX, Megan

* These family pictures were taken by our good friend Aubreigh Parks. You can  see her site here, and her Facebook page here.

El Deafo: Cece Bell

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When I began this blog I had the overblown aspiration that I would do a Book Review post every week. I don’t have enough online laughter for that idea at this point (heck, I haven’t even been able to maintain Science Friday this school year).

Despite my lack of time to read for myself, I have had increasing opportunity to read with my children. Which is awesome. I grew up in a home where reading was a priority. Hello English teacher mother! I wanted to carry this trait into my own home.

If you read any Freakonomics back in the day, you know that according to Stephen Dubner and Steven Levitt (link to USA Today article, and Marketplace article ) there is NO SHOWN correlation between reading to your children and raising standardized test scores. (However there is a correlation in student test scores and HOW MANY books they have in their homes. Go figure.) In fact, they purportedly found that it is not HOW you parent, but WHO you are as a parent that counts.

For my part, I press on in reading to my children (fruitlessly, in terms of economic utility:). I DO believe that it builds brain cells and lifelong connections to understanding information and educational processes.

Our school system has also helped to solidify our reading resolve. My oldest is required to read 20-30 minutes each evening. While there are many nights we’ve read more than the required minutes, the accountability of reading charts has kept us on a track and geared to consistent, everyday reading patterns.

Along these lines we are ALWAYS looking for new reading material. I posted some of our favorite reads this summer here. But the search perpetually continues.

I recently picked up El Deafo from my oldest son’s school Book Fair. I could not be more surprised, enthusiastic, overjoyed, and excited to share this wonderful book with all of you!

Purchasing El Deafo was a complete FLUKE. Other than the fact that it was a Newburry Honor Book, I didn’t have any inkling how WONDERFUL this book would be for my children and for ME! I LOVED IT!

El Deafo follows the life of Cece Bell. A little girl who becomes deaf (partially so, you’ll learn more about her harrowing illness in the text) at age four.

Cece attends an all deaf school in Kindergarten where she is in a classroom of all deaf students her age. Here she is taught to lip read, a pivotal skill in her real world arsenal of integrative tools. Very quickly Cece’s is given the opportunity to use her lip reading skills when she is placed in a normative school class in First Grade.

For various reasons (read the book, and you’ll know!) Cece creates an alter ego name El Deafo!!! El Deafo, Cece’s super hero persona, allows Cece’s internal-counciousness safety and respite from a world that is often full of misunderstanding and misjudgment for people with disability.

For example, Cece doesn’t need her teachers or friends to talk more LOUDLY or more slowly on her behalf. She simply needs them to look her full in the face so that she can read their lips properly. In fact, speaking more loudly and slowly often inhibits Cece’s ability to understand the speaker. It would never have crossed my mind that speaking slowly and loudly to someone hard of hearing might actually be MORE difficult before reading El Deafo.

However, that is also not to say that Cece’s needs are the same needs that others with disabilities need or will struggle with. For example, Cece’s mother takes her to an American Sigh Language class. But instead of feeling served, further integrated into the classroom, or excited to be able to use Sign as an avenue of further communication from others, Cece feels as though learning ASL only causes further distance between herself and her peers.

She feels as thought the class members are signing AT her not TO her. They are using her to increase their Signing skills, but don’t care to actually KNOW who Cece is, or what SHE truly cares about.

The key statement Bell makes is that while disability may make that particular human DIFFERENT, unique, or misunderstood, disability doesn’t  but it doesn’t make them not human or un-human. Cece’s desire to be “normal” is very real. Her desire for her friends, family, classmates, teachers, and neighbors is to treat her in the same manner as her peers is VERY strong.

This diagram of Cece’s phonic ears helps us to understand some of the difficulties she faces when it comes to being different, but wanting to be included and normal.

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Hilarious, right?!? I loved this book because of it’s humor. I cannot tell you how many times I laughed out loud. I cannot tell you how many times I said, “Oooooh!” For me that “OOooh.” Was a breakthrough in my understanding into the nuances, needs, desires, and alternative world that those with disabilities live in and face every day.

Cece Bell has connectively, communicatively, compassionately created a BEAUTIFUL BRIDGE between the world of disability (no matter how different and INDIVIDUAL those needs and mechanics are for each person) and the world of the normal. She explains the reality of the loneliness her disability brought her. She details the friends who POPPED her bubble of loneliness and made her hearing aids and phonic ear a NON-issue in their friendship.

She explains her desires to be the same as everyone else, while also celebrating her Super Human Abilities to understand and even fight disability head on through the character of El Deafo.

The truth of the matter is that children with disabilities may have different needs than other children. They may have specific tools, like hearing aids, which are necessary to cope and integrate in the world around them. But they are also looking for those basic human desires– love, inclusion, compassion, acceptance, friendship.

I saw this book as a beautiful way to teach my boys about the need for love, care, inclusion, empathy, and always seeking further understanding for children and adults with disabilities. Thank you for building this bridge, Cece Bell! Run out and grab a copy of this beautiful book for YOURSELF today!

XX, Megan