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How we perceive is often the beginning of the discussion
Bird Droppings December 7, 2020How we perceive is often the beginning of the discussion A dear friend brought up a conversation with a flat earth believer the other day. This person he had been talking with essentially disavowed science in many areas. My son offered is Mars visibly round from a telescope and or for…
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Teaching as improvisational art using learning as the pallet
Bird Droppings December 4, 2020 Teaching as improvisational art using learning as the pallet I wrote the basics of this article nearly sisteen years ago and at the time was thinking of an artist friend now a computer programmer who was trying to define her art as well as searching for her own meaning in…
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Sitting, wondering, pondering and dishwashing
Bird Droppings December 3, 2020 Sitting, wondering, pondering and dishwashing In a roundabout way several earlier readings on the internet got me thinking and pondering as I do. So often we take our technology for granted. It has been about fourteen years since we moved into this house and a brand-new dishwasher. About a six…
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Example is such a simple lesson plan
Bird Droppings December 1, 2020Example is such a simple lesson plan “We taught our children by both example and instruction, but with an emphasis on example, because all learning is a dead language to one who gets it second hand.” Kent Nerburn, The Wisdom of the Native Americans I have over the years looked to…
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Venting a bit on a Tuesday Morning
Bird Droppings November 24, 2020 Venting a bit on a Tuesday Morning I was slack with my daily journaling over the past two weeks. I have written for five days straight so far to make up. Yesterday I read several alarming posts on friend’s pages on Facebook and on internet news sites. I followed links…
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So many thoughts for one day
Bird Droppings November 23, 2020So many thoughts for one day I believe I was prepared from childhood to discuss this topic. It has been many years since my first introduction to American Indians. I was three or four years old when I first remember my father’s stories of Little Strong Arm and Black Eagle. The…
