NShA: New Shared Agenda for 2020 (starting today): RETHINK EVERYTHING! (Part One)

Good Morning from a 50 something year old person who woke up with a LOT of ideas to share. The list will be put ina few posts, starting with this one today-a dream about a baby duck hatching out at a kids' party and needing supervision so the little bird wouldn't get lost in the mix of post Christmas fun and visiting.

The homeschoolers hosting this party lived right near the shopping center in Sharon CT (not the Real homeschoolers in that area who likely have moved on, but Another Family..in my dream, who I'd known informally but missed the fact they were homeshooling especially That many kids.

The overall adventure including seeing the little bird come to life and beat its wings eventually to start flying around the room, landing in plain sight then disappearing (maybe a reference to the UFO and alien footage I've been absorbing this past week.)

Then my own kids were there, including my late teen son Kaelan Alexander Palmer Paton when he was a kid. Just playing with his pals in an out of the house, in backyard stream-pools and gardens along the hillside steps. ( I did see some video of him playing with his cousins here in our CT family home I grew up in and his January 6th birthdate just came by with fond remembrances and 'winks from heaven' for me and others. He passed on June 16h, 2009, at age 16 and there's a piece Remembering Kaelan  online and his Memorial Service on youtube.com with many more insights about his heroic final acts trying to save a friend from the river at the end of our road.)

The living area was cluttered up a bit with about a half dozen Christmas trees (since many of the kids wanted to do their own and they kind of had enough space to allow for that.) At one point the little happy duck flew in a cupboard and was getting lost amongst stacks of stale crackers and spilled flour of which there were another 5 small packages (all white flour.) I wondered how someone could miss feeding her kids healthier foods, but then again they seemed to be healthy enough and full of energy. No video screens or gaming in sight.

Half the neighborhood seemed to be there or stopping in. At one point when I was on the patio, my former husband was going up the street to get our two younger girls from another program. When he returned a bit later he felt at ease to 'stop in and say let the girls say hello to their mother...' a real miracle of a moment even in my dream.

Maybe there'd be a kind of truce and peace that many women (and yes men, but often for different reasons and laws) wonder will ever happen. I see the similarity of 'happen and happy' now and know there are endless questions of what can happen to make someone happy or does someone have to Be Happy to have Good Things Happen.

At one point our youngest daughter who was just a few years old got lost amidst the  gathering. I had already led a few searches for the little duck and tried to secure a donut box that had clear plastic top for it to be placed in once we caught it. But the little moved kept evading our searches, even in the refrigerator.

Now my ilttle girl seemed to be 'MIA..missing in action, one moment to the next' I didn't want to get too afraid but raised my voice and asked clearly if anyone had seen her and if they could call out her name and look for her with me.

There were a few floors to this home and as I was heading up the stairs the Mom was crying out that her husband's hours had just been cut back. Things were tight already and now how were they going to afford the basics?!

I made a mental note to try to help her After we located my 3 year old. Thankfully someone called out she was swimming in the stream type pool above the home. It was a few feet deep and I didn't even think it was safe but she was managing. I was wearing a tee shirt and shorrts withour shoes or just flip flops...and felt so happy I jumped right into the water to greet her.

She was happy enough to swim with me and the water was warm and welcoming. It felt wonderful to go from fear and worry to holding my little one safely and playfully with plenty of commotion going on around us. 

As the dream wound up it turned out that I spent the night there and was up early. I saw a group of kids come through the yard and steal some vegetables--armfuls of corn and collard greens among other things.

They raced around the house and down the hill and were starting to harvest some other food while starting to eat some of what they'd obtained in the shadows. I called down to them that they should find a way to repay the family with money or working it off. Maybe they'd liet them plant their own garden too if they needed food. Some of them recognized me and said not to worry, they do this from time to time at different places. I realized they weren't taking me seriously. 

At another point I was talking with the police trying to figure something else out. Eventually they realized I had spoken with them before.

Then I realized they were asking me questions to find a way to arrest me. I recalled the talks I'd seen online about how twisted everything can get when talking to Any Police Officer, almost about Anything. One should always have their attorney present and not give information without a subpoena and all that jazz I'd been seeing on television crime dramas. I was walking into a trap it seemed even by trying to do something good (and that echoed stories online, on television and of course in real life.) 

What ever happened to that little duck in the house? I looked for the fuzzy critted in a large doll house. Things seemed in disarray there, with some spilled milk and bread mixed in with paper dolls and furniture in 'creative settings'.

I started to wipe up the mess and think of tossing some of the wet papers, but realized they had names and drawings, figures and such that meant something to the kids there.

I could just hear their mother telling me I was stifling their creativity for changing the things around or worse letting some go, even if it seemed damaged and moldy. I was the same way with my kids, letting them leave forts up for days in the house and trusting whatever messes they made were an investment in their greater development.

They were known to climb trees and conquer outdoor spaces as they outgrew their lava land games of only walking on furniture to avoid the lava on the floor. So the little duck didn't get cared for as I would have liked, to take it to a nature center for rehabilitive care.

But when I woke up from the dream, I realized that little duck did its job and woke me up to how each of us is a 'duck in disguise'..and of course it may help for someone named Donald to consider this in a playful sense, whether he's talking or quacking, tweeting or getting lost in a refrigerator (or fast food) circuit

.Basically there's a  lot of people around who could give him a clue what to do, find his way and one morning simply 'wake up' and realize he's a Real Person and Can Act Creatively and Cooperatively and make restitution like the kids stealing vegetables will do someday when it dawns on them 'that's as cool as stealing', and is more nourishing for their souls..and will keep police at bay.