When we were unschooling, dreaming about trips, researching and planning, finding ways to be creative with the budget and see more while spending less all added up to learning for and from real life activities that served our family’s goals.
We learned and explored together.
Now that Dale has flown the nest, we still like to dream and discuss trips. We still try to find time to travel and go exploring together even though it might require more creativity than it used to: partial trips, meeting up en route, or negotiating who does what.
Last year at this time we were traveling. For us 2013 was a big travel year full of so many exciting new experiences.
This year, so far, not so much. This year we are at home helping parents dealing with health and aging issues and taking care of things that are not glorious or exciting but need to be done. Such is life.
Oh I wish I could paint that scene from the night in Thailand when we were out in the ocean and dusk was falling. There was 100% humidity and no horizon – no line between water and air, no distinction just an opalescent, blue-grey sheen fading into the distance as far as the eye could see.
The only interruptions in the color were the dark masses of the 5 islands, a bathing water buffalo and one small fishing skiff being paddled kayak style into the distance. It was eerily blue and quiet, and I wondered how they could tell where they were, how far from shore, or how to get back.
It made me think about the liminal spaces in our learning and how we have to let ourselves become familiar and at ease with the discomfort of transitions and uncertainty. We have to hang in there when we aren’t sure where the edges are, or where we will end up.
It’s interesting—the way in which one has to balance life—because you have to know when to let go and when to pull back…. There’s always some liminal (as opposed to subliminal) space in between which is harder to inhabit because it never feels as safe as moving from one extreme to another. Bell Hooks