Singing My Song: My Photography Giveaway

Good Morning Anne

I’ve been up to something.

Something both yummy and provoking that challenges my self-doubt and insists I push through the fears I’d rather avoid, thank you very much. It’s exciting and terrifying in the very best of ways.

I’m now selling my photography.

The idea fell into my head several months ago with such determined assurance I felt for sure it hadn’t come from me. And the way it quickened my heart and stirred up my fears confirms (as it always does) that it’s exactly what I’m suppose to be doing.

Of course, as is my fashion when I’m confronted with facing my own self-loathing demons, I procrastinated a good four months. But thanks to Visionary Mom and her awesome teams, I’m finally moving forward with a dream I’ve only toyed with for several years.

I’m still wracked with doubt. As a self-taught photographer, there is much I have left to learn and I seem to insist on perpetuating my doubts by comparing my work to the work of the many other fantastic, experienced artists doing their thing.

I almost gave up completely until this quote was whispered to me:

“Use the talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.” – Henry Van Dyke

I am very, very far from the best. You could write encyclopedias on what I’ve yet to learn. And some of my attempts make even me laugh. But occasionally I stumble across a shot that lights me on fire, and am in awe to hear it do the same for others. So, this is me singing my little bird song, adding my voice to the chorus of very best in the woods.

Bench Monday - Boxcar Edition

To add to my awe and amazement, within a week of putting my prints for sale, I sold my first! Not only did I sell my first, I sold it to someone in the UK. And I don’t care what anyone says, no one is bursting the bubble of excitement I create by calling myself an international photographer. ;)

So without further ado, I’d like to introduce my RedBubble.

It’s where you can find my favorite prints, and order them to your specifications. You can also find cards and postcards with some of my favorite shots combined with some of my favorite quotes. And if there is something you’d like to see added, let me know!

Buy my art

The Giveaway!

I can’t wait to share my prints with TWO lucky winners:

  • The first winner will receive an 8×12 laminated print: you choose your fave photo and border color.
  • The second winner will receive a collection of each of my cards: you choose either postcards or notecards or a combination of the two!

How to enter:

There are FIVE ways to enter:

  1. Leave a comment here telling me your favorite print or what you’d love to see me place on RedBubble
  2. Tweet this giveaway (you can use the ReTweet button below) including the name of your favorite print
  3. Share this giveaway on Facebook, including the name of your favorite print
  4. “Like” The Organic Sister on Facebook
  5. Blog about this giveaway, linking back here and to my RedBubble account, as well as sharing the name of your favorite print.

Be sure to leave a separate comment for each entry for them all to be counted!

The giveaway will close August 31st at 8pm CST and the winners will be announced shortly after.

Good luck!

Blame The Schools, Not The Gardens

I just finished reading the Atlantic article, Cultivating Failure, and I’m torn between scathing disappointment and downright outrage at the comments and beliefs stated by the author. I’m going to attempt to offer my cynical, sarcastic remarks in a somewhat coherent, calm manner, but no promises.

The entire article is about how school gardens are cheating students out of an education. I kid you not. It begins with the example of an immigrant laborer who’s offspring is forced into what is at one point referred to as “child labor”. But you can’t have a ludicrous comment like that without an equally ludicrous conclusion:

Why not make them build the buses that will take them to and from school, or rotate in shifts through the boiler room?

Ironically, no mention is made to the fact that schools force children into compulsory schooling that may or may not hold any bearing on their future life, happiness or well-being. Instead throughout the article were reasons why school gardens will not help our youth pass the standardized tests. Because, you know, standardized tests are a real indication of one’s future success.

And, as if the notion of learning self-sufficiency, math, science and social cooperation through growing our own food is appalling weren’t bad enough, the numerous attempts to make it into a racial issue really pisses me off.

If this patronizing agenda were promulgated in the Jim Crow South by a white man who was espousing a sharecropping curriculum for African American students, we would see it for what it is: a way of bestowing field work and low expectations on a giant population of students who might become troublesome if they actually got an education.

I’m having a hard time seeing straight at this point. This is not about race. It’s about empowerment. It’s about kids being inspired in what their doing, seeing the value of their own work (and the hard work of others) and cooperating as a community. You do not get that from sitting at a desk in a stuffy, windowless room pouring over a book someone told you to memorize so you can pass yet another standardized test. That just gets you the statistics mentioned in the article, which really just means bored and uninterested kids.

Although she made no qualms about the prejudice she saw, she fails to see how she is simultaneously putting down those of us who have whole-heartedly embraced a hard-earned lifestyle that allows us to feel whole, connected and joyful, and eludes to it as being somehow sub-par to a higher social class that should get their food from a grocery store and leave the manual labor for…who exactly?

Does the immigrant farm worker dream that his child will learn to enjoy manual labor, or that his child will be freed from it? What is the goal of an education, of what we once called “book learning”? These are questions best left unasked when it comes to the gardens.

Most of the article just pushed the disconnection we so often see in our culture today, pushing toward “progress” and away from true knowledge or understanding. Never once was the question asked where all this progress has taken us. Look what all this endless “progress” got Detroit. Ironically, look what springs up from those ashes.

But the comment that rubbed me the most came from a charter school founder in South LA who also disagreed with the merits of school gardens.

What are you doing to prepare these kids for college? If I can get a kid to read Shakespeare and laugh at the right places, I can get him to college. That’s all that matters to me.”

Really? That’s all that matters? Getting them into college, continuing them on the endless chase of some elusive prize at the end of a never-ending trails of lies and never enjoying it? What about happiness, joy, passion? What about a spark in their eye and a bounce to their step? What about integrity, community participation, learning the true value of something vs blindly paying a quarter for a tasteless, out-of-season fruit some unknown, underpaid farmer cranked out using questionable practices that you’re not suppose to question or you’ll look ungrateful that their “feeding the starving” even if it is unhealthy and dangerous until you cook it beyond recognition?

Are these standardized tests, so heavily pushed, really going to produce free-thinking, questioning, always-learning individuals who have a passion for life and the living? Is it really going to change a thing in the lives of underprivileged kids?

Let me answer that for you. No. It won’t. They’ll get shuffled along in a system they loathe doing exactly what their told to do until they do one of two things – graduate and realize it didn’t prepare them for “the real world” or drop out in disgust of the system that failed them.

Are school gardens the panacea? Probably not. But they offer a glimmer of hope to the kid shut behind closed doors all day. It gives them a taste of the “real world” and maybe a few more skills to survive in an era when most kids don’t know potatoes are grown underground. Maybe these gardens will spark the interest of a few of them. Maybe they’ll inspire a few to question our food culture, which only leads to questioning other paradigms and eventually could create a free-thinking human being were an apathetic person once sat.

I agree with the author that there is indeed an issue with the public school system.

I disagree that throwing more of the same bland, impractical standardized education at them is going to fix the issue.

We need inspired, engaged kids who want to learn, not thoughtless students that follow commands. And I’ve seen many more eyes light up in a garden than I ever have behind the pages of a mundane, soon-to-be outdated textbook.

Playful Parenting: My Thoughts

playful parentingYou can put me down as one more voice enthusiastically recommending the book, Playful Parenting!
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It was truly fantastic, forever going in my Top Five parenting books, directly behind Alfie Kohn and Naomi Aldort. The author, Lawrence Cohen, speaks from the same radical view – that children are individuals deserving of respect and patience as they learn to navigate a very frustrating and overwhelming world. But while Kohn leaves a person lacking in much practical advice and Aldort takes a more compassionate route, Cohen’s approach is well…playful!

Cohen states that most parent/child problems stem from disconnection, in which kids feel locked within towers of isolation or powerlessness. And he describes quite well the value of play in helping our children process their experiences, giving them a sense of power and autonomy and fostering trust and connection between us. He advocates tuning into a child’s needs; that it takes a parent less time to meet the need than to fight for our own way and that meeting those needs (for attention, time, quiet, listening, food, sleep, affection, play) does not in any circumstance mean you’re “rewarding negative behavior”.

I’m always amazed when adults say that children “just did that to get attention”. Naturally children who need attention will do all kinds of things to get it. Why not just give it to them?

I couldn’t help but find myself smiling throughout the first several chapters as he related stories of the silliness he subjects his ego to for the sake of connecting with a child. It was also exciting to read so much practical wisdom without so much of a hint of holier-than-thou condescension (he often relates his own parenting blunders), or top-down authority over children. Cohen’s emphasis stays true to respectful and compassionate parenting.

Perhaps the best chapters where the last ones all about how to gently take the lead in play when we see our children need help, learning to love the games we hate to play, handling the strong emotions that arise from both our children and ourselves, taking care of ourselves so that we can take care of our children, and of course, the obligatory chapter on discipline.

That chapter, Rethinking The Way We Discipline, was fantastic, I might add. Cohen spoke strongly against punishments and behavior modification and echoed what most of we all already feel: it doesn’t work and rarely comes up when we are connected with our children.

I think it’s obvious by now that I see most “behavior” as really just a matter of disconnection. Children who feel connected also feel inclined to be cooperative and thoughtful. So instead of punishment, which tends to create an even bigger disconnection between parent and child, try thinking about how to reestablish a connection….Most punishments involve exerting power over a child, which just increases his or her sense of isolation and powerlessness.

I think the only thing that really challenged me about this book were his repeated techniques for dealing with fears, in which he describes pretending to have the same fear and acting it out himself in an exaggerated way. Although he does state to watch for signs the child feels teased, I find it hard to believe, based on our own personal experiences and sensitivities, that such things could come off any other way but teasing. Therefore the technique seemed a little cold-hearted to me, whereas validation and time have always worked best for us. Again, that’s just been my own experience.

I borrowed this book from the library, but it definitely needs to go on my shelf. There are a few chapters I would like to reread, such as Accept Strong Feelings (Theirs and Ours) and Learn To Love The Games You Hate. Both of those are things I struggle with and both are demanding my attention right now.

Financial Meltdown

Does anyone else feel that we are just delaying the inevitable with the same tactics that got us here in the first place?

Our country is bankrupt. We may not know it yet because the bill hasn’t come due, but we are. The two-party system wants to continue pretending it can be saved by throwing more money at it that we don’t have in the first place, burying us deeper. Meanwhile they’ll continue throwing money at any other program that they think will win the vote. Why is no one asking the trillion dollar question: How the hell do they intend to pay for it all?

McBama both want change all right. But it’s not the right kind of change. Ron Paul knew what he was talking about but couldn’t fight through the iron-clad bars of the system we put ourselves in. Bob Barr talks about it but seems to be focusing more on his unfair treatment than waving the mayday flag from the rooftops, so no one wants to pay attention.

Oh we’re going to get change folks. But it’s not going to be what either candidates had hoped. And unless the Fed pulls its head out of the sand and its hand out of our pockets, it’s not going to look good. I just hope with a global economic collapse, China doesn’t come out on top.

I heard a quote the other day; “If voting changed anything, they’d make it illegal.” With Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb taking center stage, I’m kinda prone to agree with Emma Goldman there.

Z-isms

I’ve been a bad Mama lately. Z has been a regular menagerie of jokes, sayings and ridiculous funniness, but I’ve neglected to capture many of his Z-isms in written word before promptly getting on with enjoying the rest of the day. So this is all I have:

“Almond Butter Band? I can’t believe they named their band after almond butter.” [For those not musically inclined, he was referencing Allman Brothers Band]

“Our air and wind is really G-d’s breath……….it’s a good thing He doesn’t have bad breath.”

“Willy Wonka’s elevator flying through the air without wings or a propeller is highly improbable.” Yeah, that’s what was highly improbable about that movie.

“Mom, I think I need to buy a tuxedo.” What for? “For the next time Aunt Leah gets married.” Uh. We’re hoping there won’t be a “next time”.

[Sung to the Beatles-fan Mama after looking at the clock] “Whisper words of wisdom, it’s 10:03.” [Yeah, that was probably only funny to me. Whatever.]

“You know how our wind is G-d’s breath? I think the rain is His spit.” Ewwww.

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