While A Gift of Wonder is set in an independent Waldorf school, it shows a spirit of teaching and learning that is relevant to parents, homeschoolers, pod schoolers, public school teachers and independent school teachers. The time tested methods shown here in the context of an inspiring story are relevant in all learning environments. Join me as I teach the…
I worry that as time goes on and, as schools increasingly focus on the “thing” that is the curriculum and the “thing” that is the test, we will forget what is missing at school. So, I want to invite you into my classroom in a school where teachers and their students are free to learn together without the interference of…
“It was as if my long-term students and I were taking a long journey by ship and it was my fault that, in the parlance of the controversial education law, William was being left behind.”
Readers say: Told in an easy to read style, this book is actually a page turner. This turned out to be the best book I’ve read in a long time. It has the emotional impact of a book of fiction, and the educational value of a non-fiction book. Perhaps, long ago, a teacher made a difference in your life.…
“Only four sleeps until rescue day!” said Rowan as they stood outside the barn waving happily at the Prince, Cook Agnes, the Queen and the King. “Look at Cook Agnes,” said Mirabel. “She’s waving much more than she usually does. It’s as if she knows that we are coming to rescue them after four sleeps.” “I noticed that,” said Rowan.…
Mirabel and Rowan left Roland and ran along the path toward Disappearing Brook. The long cloth bag filled with loaves of bread hung around Rowan’s shoulders and bounced against him as they ran. “Stop for a minute,” said Mirabel. “I have a better idea for how to carry the bread. I’ll hold one end over my shoulder and you run…
Mirabel rubbed her eyes and remembered dreaming about skiing across the mud to the castle. In her dream she approached the huge main door which swung open to reveal Ronduin with the King and Queen. She rubbed her eyes again. “I keep dreaming that Ronduin is in the castle and that Ronduin is the Prince, a healthy Prince.” She rubbed…
Watch this video to see skiing on mud https://youtu.be/SFk8uBznRT4 Ronduin walked into the kitchen to find Cook Agnes in her usual position, bent over the fire, stirring a pot. “Prince Ronduin, I missed you at the midday meal,” she said. “The King said you would eat later, but you never arrived.” “I was the field practicing with my mud skis,”…
Just after sunrise and long before breakfast, Mirabel pushed opened the heavy barn door and let Giselle and her calf out onto the hillside. It was a beautiful day on barn hill under a brightening sky decorated with fluffy pink clouds. This was the first time Mirabel had allowed Giselle to roam freely without being led on a rope, and…
Ronduin scraped the flat ended shovel across the stone floor, peeling up dry mud. He dumped the dry mud in a bucket and then continued his work. Sweat beaded up on his forehead as he pushed hard on the shovel. When the bucket was full, he walked to the far end of the old kitchen and dumped it into the…
Roland had fallen asleep in the field while watching over the sheep and cows. When rain woke him in the dark of early morning, he smiled and retreated through the wet grass to the lean-to he had built at the edge of the field. It was a low, three sided structure made of long sticks he had found in the…
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“I’m ready to go!” announced Ronduin as he entered the kitchen. His parents, who had been sitting at the table with Cook Agnes, looked at him wide eyed. Cook Agnes hid her smile. Ronduin had stayed awake into the deepest night sewing a bag for carrying his possessions across the muddy fields. He had filled this bag with stockings, a knife, a…
“This is so, so, so good,” said Rowan, between great bites of quiche. He and Mirabel sat at the candle-lit table in the barn kitchen. “I barely ate after I reached the stable because I was running and walking most of the time I was there.” “Why were you running?” asked Mirabel, lighting a second candle. “It’s a long story,”…
