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asakiyumeI'm doing a little bit of writing with some adult learners (there may be some high school students in this class as well)--just ten minutes or so. I don't have any pedagogical reason to believe this is beneficial, except for believing that when people have pleasant experiences doing something, then that thing becomes less daunting. In other words, maybe, if the students enjoy this time writing, they'll feel more able to tackle the sort of writing you need to do to clear the hurdles in front of them. But even if that's not the case, I think people deserve a chance and a place to try out writing, just for its own sake and their own sake. So.
My first prompt for them was this quote from Fred Rogers: "You can grow ideas in the garden of your mind," which I recalled from this autotuned song made from that and other remarks of his.
I showed them some gardens.
A garden in Holyoke, created by "self-proclaimed plant geeks":
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Randyland, the garden created by Randy Gilson, a waiter and son of a single mom, in Pittsburgh, PA:
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The magic gardens of Isaiah Zagar in Philadelphia:
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The blooming Cadillacs at the Cadillac ranch in Amarillo, Texas:
(Source is this Google image, whose original location is given as this video.)
The famous Zen garden at Ryōanji, in Kyoto, Japan:
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And I said, even when you think a place is barren, nothing growing, life pushes through, like in this parking lot in Boston:
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And then I asked them--what's growing in the garden of your mind? Several people wrote that they felt like the parking lot and talked about worries, but one wrote about a painting she's planning, and another compared his mind to a potato (and gave me a diagram to show it growing). It was wonderful.
What's growing in the garden of *your* mind, these days?
My first prompt for them was this quote from Fred Rogers: "You can grow ideas in the garden of your mind," which I recalled from this autotuned song made from that and other remarks of his.
I showed them some gardens.
A garden in Holyoke, created by "self-proclaimed plant geeks":
(Source)
Randyland, the garden created by Randy Gilson, a waiter and son of a single mom, in Pittsburgh, PA:
(Source)
The magic gardens of Isaiah Zagar in Philadelphia:
(Source)
The blooming Cadillacs at the Cadillac ranch in Amarillo, Texas:
(Source is this Google image, whose original location is given as this video.)
The famous Zen garden at Ryōanji, in Kyoto, Japan:
(Source)
And I said, even when you think a place is barren, nothing growing, life pushes through, like in this parking lot in Boston:
(Source)
And then I asked them--what's growing in the garden of your mind? Several people wrote that they felt like the parking lot and talked about worries, but one wrote about a painting she's planning, and another compared his mind to a potato (and gave me a diagram to show it growing). It was wonderful.
What's growing in the garden of *your* mind, these days?
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:12 pm (UTC)However, while I am currently incapable of getting myself to do the work I should most apply myself
to at this time, I am progressing pretty rapidly with a bunch of gardening work and should fairly soon finish both big L-shaped raised beds.
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Date: 2017-09-21 10:53 pm (UTC)But also forget-me-nots, and a whole host of rioting biennials that come back time and again, like mullein, flowering sparsely over a long time and emitting a lovely scent as clear yellow as the flowers.
Also hardy bulbs spring up in unexpected places when there is extra rain. And volunteer phlox, goldenrod, rudbeckia, and daisies, not always in the best place but always lovely.
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Date: 2017-09-21 11:36 pm (UTC)The garden of your mind is so real to me, both as a metaphor and--well, as actual flowers! I've been lucky enough never to see giant hogweed, but we've got plenty of water hemlock and wild parsnip around. And the joy of wildflowers--and bulbs--that come up in unexpected places! I'm laughing about the daisies because I end up not mowing part of my lawn because of the daisies.
Well, I hope the stress weeds die off and leave you in peace with the other flowers, which you share so beautifully (and here I'm talking about **all** your creative work).
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:22 am (UTC)I was so eager to answer your question that I forgot to say what a fine post this is.
Thank you for your good wishes. I am very appreciative indeed of them.
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