Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Whatsoever is pure, whatsoever is lovely.......

I've been musing lately about a "life well lived" and a life that runs over with beauty. I'm afraid that I can't quite express my thoughts very well so bear with me here. ;-) I will often remark to the children about the beautiful things we see or the beautiful people we encounter; I want them to be so familiar with loveliness that the crassness that surrounds us in this culture will never seem alluring. Have you ever thought about how many children raised in "Christian" homes grow up and spurn everything they've been taught? I've thought about it a lot and I want to avoid that heartache if possible. I'm trying to make our lifestyle so inviting that they'll never want any other. One person whose lifestyle I really admire is/was Tasha Tudor. If you've never "met" her then by all means check out of your library "Tasha Tudor's Heirloom Crafts" and "The Private World of Tasha Tudor". She was a wonderfully amazing womanly woman. Now, I want to add that she was not a Christian and therefore seriously missed the mark, but her committment to live the life that she wanted to live is laudable. So often I will think about when I'm old or when I've gone to my reward and I'll think of the legacy that I'm leaving behind. I don't have material wealth, so all that I can really offer my children is me. I am striving to make their childhood beautiful and sweet and innocent. Yes, we're accused of *sheltering* them, but really, aren't you supposed to shelter children? There's a reason that I gave birth to children and not tadpoles, for instance. OK, so frogs don't give birth to tadpoles either, but that's not my point. ;-) Children need guidance and nurturing for many, many years; God gave them parents to do this job. Parenting isn't about trying to be my children's best friend or any sort of popularity contest, rather, it's about molding their character so they will want to do what's right. There are so many incredibly beautiful things in our everyday life that it isn't hard to find them.
Rosegold potatoes in their jars all beautifully pink and white, my 1860's jelly cupboard bursting with some of the fruits of our labor: dried fruits, honey, maple syrup, dried clover; the girls all fresh faced from their baths with clean dresses that I sewed, the ducks playing in the creek, the thankfulness of the pigs........ I could go on a long time I think before I ran out of things to praise. So, with such inducements before me why would I choose modern culture? Part of this month's Tea Stories on Tasha Tudor's website says this
A great many people who have come to know and love Tasha over the years have written, called, and visited to explain why she meant so much to them and how she influenced their lives. It is both comforting and inspiring to realize the clarity with which Tasha understood life, and the traditions so important to her, are some of the greatest gifts she offered a world often preoccupied with less than positive musings.
Anyhow, I guess my challenge to you would be to parent (if you've been so blessed) intentionally with an eye toward eternity and live a beautiful and lovely life.

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me,
Here he lies where he longed to be.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

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