Happy Teacher Appreciation Day!!

Happy Teacher Appreciation Day – 2018!!

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On Teacher Appreciation Day, we salute all of the teachers out there who give their time, their hearts, their emotional energy, their insight, wisdom and love to the children of the world.

Please feel free to share this with all the teachers you know and love….

Teachers – helping the world be Gooder by growing our children’s Bigness!!!!

Thank you!!!

~GWB~

A Green Heart Adventure Story – The New American Dream?

Aboard The Greenheart

 

“The American Dream” can feel like a trap. The mortgage, car payment and school schedule drumbeating its way toward the standardized tests to churn out college-ready kids on their way to ‘the workforce’. Illusory ‘work-life-balance’. Running kids from soccer to gymnastics to theater.  Overtired parents. Competing agendas. “Success” can feel like a cruel joke. Family time a rare occasion. Relationships and togetherness challenged. The ironic, busy isolation of the modern condition setting up the next generation of depression, anxiety and restless consumerism. Since early in my professional career I’ve felt this way frequently, and believed deeply there must be another way.

 

Sitting down this week with a family of six – pioneers of a modern frontier – I feel a sense of excitement and wonder at their story. Over coffee in the cockpit of their 45-foot sailboat, our children play together below deck and we chat about their next adventure. They’re  about to set sail on The Great Loop – a six-thousand-mile journey along waterways that wind through the Great Lakes, central US, the southern and eastern coastal waters, the northeastern seaboard and portions of eastern Canada. This isn’t “a vacation” or a year “off” from life; it’s the way they’ve chosen to live their lives together. For the past four years, they’ve traveled the United States together in an RV.  Now they’re taking it to the sea.

 

It was through Dustin – a colleague of mine at a large multinational corporation – that I first learned of ‘roadschooling’. It’s a growing trend and community of families who are dropping the norm of “The American Dream” and hitting the road together for a life of adventure, togetherness and learning-by-living. Following a hands-on, practical and immersive approach to learning, roadschooling practices a life of learning centered around experience. The road is the classroom. The journey is the curriculum. Boundaries dissolve while the family – and the community – learns and grows together. I wonder if it isn’t the leading edge of a societal evolution. A better way. A new and improved “American Dream”.

 

Dustin explains that they started out on these adventures four years ago with a simple set of rules; 1 – have fun, 2 – learn something, 3 – try something new. It’s an approach to life that seems to have served this smiling, relaxed, obviously close-knit family well. Their four-year-old daughter with wild blond hair and outstanding negotiation skills she picked up in some North Dakota flea market seems already wise beyond her years.  She’s only ever known this nomadic life.  Their ten-year-old daughter with a quiet but confident presence is already becoming a capable sailor after the summer’s hands-on learning on Lake Michigan’s sparkling, salt-less seas. The boys – eight and eleven – play piano, read, play video games, fish off the fore-deck and inhabit their ship as though they’ve been seafaring all their lives.  It’s clear they’re honoring their first rule, and as the family ‘learns by doing’ everything about sailing there will be no shortage of the other two rules along the way.

 

As I bombard Dustin and Jill with questions about their chosen path, I become more deeply convinced there’s something important going on here. Observations of the differences between what has become accepted as ‘traditional’ in American life and what this family is experiencing call out a sharp contrast. Children truly engaged in learning. Practical life skills and capability. Community and accountability. No ‘bullying’ problem. Disparate political, religious and lifestyle beliefs co-existing peacefully. People outside. Children playing together and living life in wandering-but-connected ‘neighborhoods’.  Time. Time spent together immersed in life as a family and community. Less absorption in devices. Less connectivity. More connection.

 

Living in close quarters as a family of six has its challenges. It demands minimalism. I recall arriving for a week-long work function with my backpack and rollerbag and to meet Dustin – his entire week’s wardrobe and gear in a single small computer bag. Another contrast between our realities. Living the wandering lifestyle and finding ways to provide everyone their own space in the confines of an RV or a boat also comes with its frustrations and difficulties. But then, the same can be said of my own family of six in a four-bedroom home in the suburbs. Here on the Greenheart though, (That’s the proud name of their new home on the water) there’s no lawn to mow, no garage to keep rearranging, no basement burgeoning with unused ‘stuff’.

 

Not to over-glamorize their chosen life, there are responsibilities and difficulties aplenty. Sometimes Dustin must travel for work, so they plan their route and movements carefully. It can be stressful trying to manage a corporate job while living a non-traditional life, with concerns over the impressions and assumptions that may be drawn at work. Then there are the mechanical talents required to service an RV or large marine diesel engine, the constant chores of maintenance attendant to a road or live-aboard life, the logistical quandaries of obtaining food and sundries without so much as a bicycle for land transportation.  For Jill as a mother-and-head-teacher there are the rigors of parenting, running a household, planning and overseeing curriculum, rallying children to keep them out of Dad’s hair during work hours and orchestrating a family life in less space than many of us sleep in. It’s not a life that one might reasonably refer to as ‘easy’ but one that clearly radiates with goodness.

 

In the two hours we spent together conversation flowed. Our children played and bonded, we discovered ‘small-world’ connections between our families and friends. We explored common themes in our recognition that life is for living – and the weighty limits this American life seems to impose on that living.  It seemed evident to me that this unique family, their Great Loop adventure and the roadschooling movement are all part of an emerging “other way” that may hold a new promise for our society. As I tucked my little girls in that night and talked to them about what we’d seen and learned through our friends that day, I was grateful for the gift they’d given us; a first-hand experience with the beauty and the freedom of “The Possible”. Maybe that’s what the American Dream was supposed to be all along.

Follow their journeys on Facebook and Instagram @GreenHeartAdventure

 

~GWB~

 

Great Loopers!
Making ready to sail from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula – September 2017

 

The Great Loop route

A lesson in bravery

My Daughter – kicking off the end of year talent show with the Star-Spangled Banner

 

It feels like an American Tradition; the last day of school. School’s out for summer. Chaos mingles with excitement. Joy and glee beside sorrow and loss. It’s the beginning of a fun-filled season of vacations and freedom. It’s a sudden left hook realization that a number of deeply-felt relationships are abruptly at an end.  It’s as if in an instant, a family is ripped away. So there is laughter.  There are tears. There are hugs and there are cheers. And there’s always a talent show.

When my daughter excitedly informed me she wanted to sing the Star-Spangled Banner for the talent show, I felt my throat tighten. My inner gremlin piped up with instant judgement about what a terrible idea this was. It was fraught with peril. The dangers! The audacity! The potential for disaster! “Are you sure that’s what you want to do, sweetheart?”, I calmly asked with an elevated heart rate.  “Yeah, Dad!!”.  “Well, OK then! Awesome. Do IT!”, I encouraged.  Then I spent the next couple of weeks encountering flashes of my own judgement, projection and fear. The Star-Spangled Banner? That’s a tough song.  There will be so many people there. She hasn’t practiced. Will she remember the words? What if it goes horribly awry? I pushed down my fears.  “Do you feel like you’re ready for the talent show, honey”?   “Yeah, Dad!!”.

This morning was the talent show. My little girl was up first. That little baby I held in my arms just a short dream ago – now finishing fourth grade and becoming a young lady faster than I can comprehend.  There she stood, on stage all by herself before a gymnasium full of people.  Just her and a flag and a microphone. The music started and she began to sing. The inner gremlin piped up with judgments when first she struggled a little with the words.  It tried to convince me disaster was imminent.  But I watched as my little girl proved that gremlin wrong.  She didn’t run off stage crying at her mistake.  She didn’t let it phase her.  She just picked up at the next words she knew and carried on with the music.  A couple times her words got out of synch with the music. Again my terror welled up and my throat tightened and I feared for her. Again, she proved my fears unfounded.  She just got back in synch with the words, and she sung on.  She stood there beautifully, courageously, stepping into and owning her goal and her bigness. When she got done, the whole place applauded and the smile on her face moved me to tears.

Later in the day, I told her how proud I was of her.  I told her that would have been really scary to me. She said it was. I told her I admired her courage and her commitment.  She said “But I messed up”.  I asked her what the last line of the song was.  She said “The home of the brave”?  And I said “That’s right. And what you did today was so brave. Sure, you messed up.  But in life, we mess up. It takes bravery to keep going when we mess up.  To stick with it, move on, and make something beautiful out of it regardless.  You showed me how to be brave today and I’m so proud of you.  I Love you”.
“I love you too, Dad”.

Today, my little girl gave me a lesson in bravery. So I wanted to share it with you.

#BeYourBigness

~KG~

Micah Gunderson – Skin, Ink, Art, Bigness!

We caught up with Micah Gunderson during a guest artist visit at Sacred Tattoo in Marquette, MI not long ago.

Creativity, art, the pursuit of a non-traditional passion are often places where we find Bigness at its best.  Micah’s interest in art began as a kid, and has been with him ever since.  Along his journey, he’s found that sticking to his dream, doing what he loves, pursuing his Bigness even in the face of resistance and fear has paid off in a career that’s been rewarding in many ways.

Micah recently opened his own private Tattoo Studio, Northern Tide Tattoo in Green Bay, WI.  Check him out at http://www.northerntidetattoo.com

Thanks for sharing your #bigness, Micah!!

Special thanks to Dayna Lou Gordon for her assistance with the filming of this piece!!

~GWB~

Nheena Weyer Ittner – A Bigness Story

Spring is in the air!!!  And as the new buds grow closer to bursting forth, we wanted to share a story of Bigness from Fall 2016 in Marquette, Michigan. This is the story of the Paint Baraga Avenue Festival – an annual event that brings the community together in celebration and creativity.  Children and adults alike come out to create artworks in the street and to celebrate the Fall colors and their community spirit.

The event was started by Nheena Weyer Ittner – Director and Founder of the Upper Peninsula Children’s Museum.  Nheena brought this fabulous resource to her community over 20 years ago, and it’s been bringing the community together in fun and special ways ever since.  We caught up with her to share a little about her Bigness journey, and we’re honored to share it with you.

~GWB~

Learn more about the Upper Peninsula Children’s Museum at http://www.upchildrensmuseum.org/

Special thanks to Corey Kelley ( @thecarryonkid on Instagram ) for her Bigness behind the lens and the video editor for this piece!!

The Big Ride

 

 

He ran down the path

For the five hundredth time

His hand on the seat

The wind in his face

 

She furiously focused

Ready to go

She’d get it for sure

This time, she would flow

 

His shoes crunched the gravel

He hoped she’d stay up

Her skinned knees and bruises

Weighed on his mind

 

She pedaled, determined

Her eyes down the line

“Daddy, let go!!”

“I’ve got this, it’s FINE!!”

 

His hand left the seat

He watched as she wobbled

And then in a blink

She was off on her own

 

Her heart leapt, “I’m DOING it!”

She sang out with glee

Never before

Had she felt quite so free

 

His face wore a smile

His heart swelled with joy

He watched as she grinned

And she laughed

 

A beautiful memory

On a glorious day

A Daddy, A daughter

Bigness at play

 

The Skin-To-Skin Daddy

Bonding time – skin to skin with your newborn – like none other.

There are lots of articles out there on the benefits of skin-to-skin. Studies have been done. The benefits have been listed. I’ll let you use Google to find out more on all of that. I just want to tell you my own experience.

My daughter was born last week.  Her 1 week birthday is today. She’s a glorious little being and I’m in love with her. On her first day of life outside her Mommy, I held her close to me, skin-to-skin, in the dim light of the NICU and felt love swelling to embrace us both; my little girl and I together for the first day of a lifelong journey together.

And daily since, we rest together – she on my chest breathing softly and cooing. Her warm skin the softest thing ever against mine. Our hearts beating in conversation with one another.  Our energy flowing together. These moments are the most precious and cherished moments imaginable.  Her heart beats out a rhythm;  “I put myself in your care, I love you, trust you, depend on you, need you, believe in you”.  My heart beats back in answer; “I love you, I will protect you, I will nurture and support and guide you, I am always here for you, I believe in you, I will give my all for you”.  Lub-dub, Lub-dub, Lub-dub…..  our hearts beat on.

My two older daughters, now ten and seven, held this same conversation with me.  Just like her, I held them close and we spent these quiet moments in pools of sunshine on those newborn days and days well beyond.  Even my younger sister – now 25 years old and living an adventurous life of her own – spent this time with me all those years ago.  In a blink, years and decades pass. These brand-new little moments of life.  These first steps along their journey, are so fleeting and so magical. These are gifts. And by receiving these gifts we give them in return. We ground our children firmly in a deeply-felt sense of connection. We assure them with our hearts, our bodies, our souls; they are loved and they are cherished and they are supported. We build for them a foundation for their Bigness. And in doing so, we swim in the deepest waters of Bigness ourselves. For me, there is no Bigger Bigness than the Bigness of Being Daddy – and in these quiet little moments it swells beyond imaginable proportion. I don’t need any study or listing of the benefits. My heart tells me what I need to know…. Lub-dub, Lub-dub, Lub-dub.

Skin-to-skin isn’t just an important thing to consider for breastfeeding and motherly bonding – it’s also for all of us Daddies. It’s for baby. It’s for the journey, for their lives, for our experience of the miracle and for the beauty of Daddyhood. It’s for Bigness. If you’re a Daddy – don’t let these precious quiet moments pass you by.

~KG~

 

 

DreamBaby….. Dream…. BabyBigness

What does she Dream?
Before the world of expectation
Before the world of lofty goals, messages and shoulds
What does she Dream
In that new, simple, place
Does she dream in my voice?
Does she dream in the beautiful shape of her Mommy’s face?
When her eyebrows arch
And her little voice trembles
When a glorious sound like a laugh escapes her lips
What does she Dream?
Oh, let those dreams be wondrous
Let her see depth and infinite joy
Let her dream big, wide and boundless
And give me the gifts, the strength, the wisdom
To help her believe in them
Always
~K~

Say Yes to Little Bits of Bigness

How many men in kilts can you fit in a men’s room at a bar on a St. Paddy’s Day scavenger hunt?

The other night I was invited to a scavenger hunt for a friend’s birthday.  It was St. Patrick’s Day as well, so the town was a-bustle with merry-making and revelry.  The invitation for the scavenger hunt invoked a notion of rushing around town, in and out of bars and establishments that seemed likely to be a chaotic endeavor.  My wife, nine months pregnant, is to the point of getting out of breath walking back upstairs with the laundry much less bar-hopping.  For my part, at the end of a long week a big Friday night these days consists of staying up past nine and maybe some mint-chocolate-chip ice cream.  Suffice to say, we felt uninspired.

Still, we wanted to be there for our friend, so we showed up thinking we’d at least make a quick appearance and be part of the send-off.  In the process, we learned the history of this tradition.  It had begun with his parents and had gone on for many years, passed down now and honored in his own life.  That context made if feel bigger, alive, rich with a backdrop of excitement.  We decided to give it a go, despite our exhaustion and it already being bedtime.

We broke into teams and were given a list of obscure tasks to accomplish, photos to take, items to gather and challenges to seek.  The mission was to be limited to an hour and a half.  With that, we set off into the St. Paddy’s night air in a flurry.  We searched madly for everything from green condoms to dog poop, taking photos with random strangers, seeking out a means of getting handcuffed by a police officer, running around madly in a roundabout, taking selfies in a bar bathroom with seven grown men in kilts and green hats – and many more zany tasks.  The exhaustion was gone in the first few minutes, replaced with exhilaration and a sense of adventure.  I was reminded of my goofy teenage years.  There was laughter and silliness and teamwork and confusion.  We entertained ourselves and strangers, spread our joy like a contagion to folks along the way.  With minutes to spare, we reported back to base for the judging – and to share stories of hilarity with all the other participants.  Smiles all around, it was a room filled with joy and simple fun.  Though we went home at the end of the night well past our bedtime, once again exhausted – It was Bigness and we were grateful we’d said yes to it.

Often in life, it’s easier to say no.  We’re tired.  It’s been a long week.  It’s too late at night.  It’s too late in our career.  It’s too late to start over.  It’s too much work or too much energy or the timing just isn’t right.  When we say “yes” though, that’s when Bigness reveals itself.  It can be discouraging to think of how long it might take to become really talented at the guitar, so we put it off until there’s more time.  But if we pick up the guitar and just strum for a while, Bigness visits us right in that moment and we find ourselves on the road to becoming really talented with it – right now.  It can feel overwhelming to consider how long it would take to write that book, so we dream about ‘someday’ and working at it in retirement.  But if we sit down and write a few pages, we feel the Bigness rising within us and we realize we’re writing that book….RIGHT NOW.

Keep yourself open to the Bigness in your life and in you – and remember to say Yes.

~KG@GWB~