This reminds me a lot of The Worry Trick by David Carbonell, the only self-help book to ever actually change my life, aside from maybe How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk. I'll have to check this one out as a good booster. You definitely didn't steer me wrong with I Dream of Dinner—I've gotten some picky crowd pleasers out of it already.
I had a chilling convergence of this post and current events last night when my 9-year-old picked a Robert Frost poem at random from a table of contents. It was The Bonfire, a poem in which the narrator is talking to children and opens with, “Oh let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves…”
Towards the end he says, “But if you shrink from being scared,” the narrator asks, “what would you say to war if it were to come?”
“Oh but war’s not for children—it’s for men.” The children reply.
The narrator responds,
“Now we are digging almost down to China.
My dears, my dears, you thought that—we all thought it.
So your mistake was ours. Haven’t you heard though,
About the ships where war has found them out
At sea, about the towns where war has come
Through opening clouds at night with droning speed
This reminds me a lot of The Worry Trick by David Carbonell, the only self-help book to ever actually change my life, aside from maybe How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk. I'll have to check this one out as a good booster. You definitely didn't steer me wrong with I Dream of Dinner—I've gotten some picky crowd pleasers out of it already.
Oh good! I'll check out The Worry Trick (and yes, how to talk so kids will etc. is a surprising gem).
I had a chilling convergence of this post and current events last night when my 9-year-old picked a Robert Frost poem at random from a table of contents. It was The Bonfire, a poem in which the narrator is talking to children and opens with, “Oh let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves…”
Towards the end he says, “But if you shrink from being scared,” the narrator asks, “what would you say to war if it were to come?”
“Oh but war’s not for children—it’s for men.” The children reply.
The narrator responds,
“Now we are digging almost down to China.
My dears, my dears, you thought that—we all thought it.
So your mistake was ours. Haven’t you heard though,
About the ships where war has found them out
At sea, about the towns where war has come
Through opening clouds at night with droning speed
Further o’erhead than all but stars and angels,—
And children the ships and in the towns?
Haven’t you heard what we have lived to learn?
Nothing so new—something we had forgotten:
War is for everyone, for children too.
I wasn’t going to tell you and I mustn’t.
The best way is to come up Hill with me
And have our fire and laugh and be afraid.”
The collection was published in 1916.
Ooh, that is chilling -- and excellent; I'd never read it. Wow.
Me neither!
What I remember most from her, something like "the work begins where you encounter discomfort with the world."
I also like Charlotte Joko Beck's Everyday Zen.
Me too! She's intimidating and/but great.