Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Change, difficult stuff

This photo shows movement in a familiar place. It represents the shifting and changing around us at all levels at the moment.

I sat on the floor by the fridge and took several pictures at random after a talk with a friend at our village pub. I was trying to take photos of the heap of university equipment from down there, but it didn't work.

For a while I had the luxury of not needing a regular prayer plan (no words, I disagree with *all* of them, but a plan none the less), but that's changed. I even texted my mother to ask for her help. I sat in a cafe and stared.

H and I were nearly taken out on the A34 this morning by a plank spinning off from the back of the truck in front of us. So that was a lucky escape.

There is a Cid Corman webcast this evening. I'd better survive the drive this afternoon so I don't miss it. There goes Umm Kulthum in one of her amazing riffs.... The cat is plaguing me too, though she's finally stopped jumping on my desk and is purring between my back and the back of the chair. She offers me what she can. There is a lesson there.

A beautiful song from the film The Square

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

I actually don't know what home education is

I have been making a few notes on what we do and discuss. It is exactly the same set of things as a couple of weeks ago before the transition to being back in a formal place of education.

So as a result I realise that although we have been home educating completely autonomously for 6.5 years, all the notes I took and typed up for the Local Authority are useless. They are not evidence for home ed occurring at all. Just for living in a family household with me.

So what is home ed then? The absence of a greater authority than the mother and father? No, because I have been hyper-aware of the presence and threat of the Local Authority over our lives. There has been a big cloud of disapproval, fear and misunderstanding following us around for all this time from family and acquaintances. At best, confusion and awe.

My presence and commitment? That could be it. When H was deregistered both times, he instantly developed this look of a flower turning towards me as if towards the sun.

Yet this time H has gone to a place of formal education he has not switched off psychologically as he did last time, 6 years ago.

I still don't feel I have put my finger on it yet. So what is autonomous home education? What is it about home education which makes it such, beyond the legal status? Is it purely a legal construct? No more than that? All that fear, over a nebulous contemporary human definition?

Help me out in the comments box.


It is Monday morning now and I think there are 2 parts to this: the legal framework and the parent/child bond of loyalty and trust. The most important of those is this bond. If anything gets between the parent and the child it causes damage to both sides, irrespective of the type of education. If choosing home ed is the way to get the poison out of the relationship, then so be it.

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