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Dear Friend.        I am writing this mail to you With due respect trust and humanity, I appeal to you to exercise a little patience and read through my letter I feel quite safe dealing with you in this important business, I have a business of $12.5 Million dollars to be transfer to your account for investment in your country if you are ready to assist me get back to me i will give you full details on how the money will be transfer to you. You must assure me that everything will be handled confidentially because we are not going to suffer again in life. It has been 10 years now that most of the greedy African Politicians used our Bank to launder money overseas through the help of their Political advisers. Most of the funds which they transferred out of the shores of Africa were gold and oil money that was supposed to have been used to develop the continent. Their Political advisers always inflated the amounts before transfer to foreign accounts so I also used the opportunity to divert part of the funds hence I am aware that there is no official trace of how much was transferred as all the accounts used for such transfers were being closed after transfer. I acted as the Account Officer to most of the politicians and when I discovered that they were using me to succeed in their greedy act, I also deleted some of their Banking records from the Bank files and no one cared to ask me because the money was too much for them to control. They laundered over $580 million Dollars during the process .As I am sending this message to you; I was able to divert ($12.5 M) to an escrow account belonging to no one in the Bank. The bank is anxious now to know who the beneficiary to the funds is because they have made a lot of profits with the funds. It is more than Eight years now and most of the politicians are no longer using our Bank to transfer funds overseas. The $12.5 Million Dollars has been laying waste but I don't want to retire from the Bank without transferring the funds to a foreign account to enable me share the proceeds with the receiver. This fund will be shared between us in the ratio of 50% for me and 40% for you. While 10% for any incurable expenses that will come during the transfer, there is no one coming to ask you about the funds because I secured everything if you're willing to handle this deal with me kindly get back to me with the following. Your Age and occupation, your Private telephone and fax numbers for easy communication/your personal picture to enable me know whom I' am dealing with. Your location and full contact address. I will send to you the Test of application form which you will apply directly to the Bank. Note I want you to keep this business strictly confidential for security reasons as you may know that the Bank doesn't know that I am the one who contacted you to stand for this claim. Best Regard. Abu Yaser.

soothing images to hold?

Hi Families,

We are still enjoying the fruits of alignment so evident among our children last Thursday, a day on which we had every child present.

Today we had 7 children present and 7 absent, and it was also a wonderful day, with new play combinations lining up, new forms of cooperation and relaxation and effort and enjoyment and delight.  What a delightful show both the 6th grade put on for us first thing, and then a flock of birds in the meadow later in the morning!

In case any parents might wonder if their child is missing out on a good thing, I want to assure you of my confidence that this sense of well being and camaraderie will continue to flow in and through us after our two week pause.  It will be great to welcome children into our fold whenever the time is right for the child and family.  Valentines can wait until March and be lovely.

With appreciation,

William

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A poem and 2 Joyce quotes

Dear Parents,

The joys of recent interactions with your children has tuned me up to excellent encounters with favorite poetry and prose from my past, which have recently come to meet me again.  I'll share a poem by Cavafy and two quotes from James Joyce here before adding brief comments.

Ithaka
BY C. P. CAVAFY
TRANSLATED BY EDMUND KEELEY AND PHILIP SHERRARD

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

"Longest way round is the shortest way home."  --James Joyce, Ulysses

"The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit."--James Joyce, Ulysses

Hearing the first poem again after many years reminded me of the gifts of Waldorf education and summoned the Joyce quotes.  Both first two quotes remind me of the pleasures of early childhood play in which the contrast and learning and process are key, and bear such rich fruits.  Some of the most textured, richest play scenarios seem to proceed nowhere as far as action, but as far as planning on the journey and benefit to all involved, they are as mountains of wealth.

When Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom convene and bond toward the end of Ulysses, they look up at the stars.  Rather than seeing the dark night and bright stars, they see the complement:  the darkness becomes possibility, the humid nightblue fruit in between the stars.  Our children in their play seem right in tune with this contemplative transformation.

All three quotes remind me of my work with Kim Payne over the years.  He makes it clear that we need conflict and contrast in life and in school, that this provides the chance for growth--I'd even say for joy and alignment and expansion.

With warmth and light,

William 

Re: Wow! An Appreciation of Your Chiildren

Dearest William and all,

I feel blessed and moved to tears at the witnessing of such profound wonderment. In gratitude! 

Lady Spring is kissing the blossoms right under Father Winter's nose.

Happily,

Cherub

Sent from my iPhone

On Feb 7, 2013, at 7:13 PM, William Dolde <wdolde@gmail.com> wrote:

Dear Golden Forest Families,

It was a delicious day at school.  I stood with Kristin observing the children and revelling in and marveling at the flexibility and flow of their social creative play.  Children found delight in playing with familiar friends, and new constellations formed with all sorts of new possibilities--and it was all happening at the same time, organically, as if it could not be orchestrated any better.

I am very appreciative of all that children, parents, teachers (thanks to Molly and Cordula and Kristin for helping children tune to such a happy place in my days of absence), and forces beyond my comprehension have done to create this moment to cherish and return to.

Boys played with girls.  Girls played with boys.  Areas went through beautiful metamorphosis.  The sand pit went from gross motor pit digging, to a bakery, to a road construction zone.  Different groups of children flowed into and out of the area completely in tune with what was going on there at that moment.  Pirates engaged in creative ship building projects that lasted a long time, then transformed into a lengthy treasure hunt and excavation.  Drivers discovered how deftly they could pull a wagon around the playground and visited all the groups on the playground, delivering.  We opened up a new straw bale, and we watched groups of children creating nests and sitting on their eggs.

Our real chickens seemed particularly free and in tune today; a pleasure to watch.  Two children and I freed two birds from the school's compost bin.

Many children helped Kristin (substituting for Molly) with classroom tasks such as cooking and cleaning, with a good will and great merriment.  I lost count of the number of intrinsically motivated compliments ("That's a beautiful candle this child made. . ."  "I really like your painting . . ." "These eggs are yummy . . .") and kind words I heard throughout the morning.

Indoors there was a beautiful flow from high activity to quietude, rising from within the inspiration of the children, rather than being imposed from without by me.  After a much enjoyed snack, our children were eager to practice "walking the plank" (a transformation that has occurred over weeks; pirates speaking about and building planks metamorphosed into bold children volunteering to walk the plank--sensing an excellent opportunity to climb and jump--to almost every child wanting to have a turn to jump off a plank), which transformed into a gymnastics spring board and a pool diving board, which then transformed into a house, and then moved to another part of the room to become a very large house that could include many children.  We flowed in and out of our painting time (4 children paint at a time) with grace and ease.  Different groups of children (princesses, moms, drivers, babysitters, pirates) moved into and out of the play kitchen and found just what they needed their to enrich and enhance their play.

Even though many toys were out and the clock indicated a proportionally narrow amount of time for cleaning up, children and I felt full of energy and delight, and we tidied up the room with even more celerity than I envisioned.

I plan to summon forth images from this day at school frequently.  It lifts my spirits so much and helps me anticipated and hopefully evoke more such wonderful moments with our class in the future.

With warmth and light and appreciation,

William

Re: Wow! An Appreciation of Your Chiildren

 

Indeed!  I also felt a kind of shift, a magic opening with the children this week... so happy it's all unfolding with such beauty. 

Thanks to everyone!

Molly

 

 

 

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I  had a wonderful time.with the children..............magic all around us........................

Cordula  Hetland

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Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 19:13:23 -0800
Subject: Wow! An Appreciation of Your Chiildren
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Dear Golden Forest Families,

It was a delicious day at school.  I stood with Kristin observing the children and revelling in and marveling at the flexibility and flow of their social creative play.  Children found delight in playing with familiar friends, and new constellations formed with all sorts of new possibilities--and it was all happening at the same time, organically, as if it could not be orchestrated any better.

I am very appreciative of all that children, parents, teachers (thanks to Molly and Cordula and Kristin for helping children tune to such a happy place in my days of absence), and forces beyond my comprehension have done to create this moment to cherish and return to.

Boys played with girls.  Girls played with boys.  Areas went through beautiful metamorphosis.  The sand pit went from gross motor pit digging, to a bakery, to a road construction zone.  Different groups of children flowed into and out of the area completely in tune with what was going on there at that moment.  Pirates engaged in creative ship building projects that lasted a long time, then transformed into a lengthy treasure hunt and excavation.  Drivers discovered how deftly they could pull a wagon around the playground and visited all the groups on the playground, delivering.  We opened up a new straw bale, and we watched groups of children creating nests and sitting on their eggs.

Our real chickens seemed particularly free and in tune today; a pleasure to watch.  Two children and I freed two birds from the school's compost bin.

Many children helped Kristin (substituting for Molly) with classroom tasks such as cooking and cleaning, with a good will and great merriment.  I lost count of the number of intrinsically motivated compliments ("That's a beautiful candle this child made. . ."  "I really like your painting . . ." "These eggs are yummy . . .") and kind words I heard throughout the morning.

Indoors there was a beautiful flow from high activity to quietude, rising from within the inspiration of the children, rather than being imposed from without by me.  After a much enjoyed snack, our children were eager to practice "walking the plank" (a transformation that has occurred over weeks; pirates speaking about and building planks metamorphosed into bold children volunteering to walk the plank--sensing an excellent opportunity to climb and jump--to almost every child wanting to have a turn to jump off a plank), which transformed into a gymnastics spring board and a pool diving board, which then transformed into a house, and then moved to another part of the room to become a very large house that could include many children.  We flowed in and out of our painting time (4 children paint at a time) with grace and ease.  Different groups of children (princesses, moms, drivers, babysitters, pirates) moved into and out of the play kitchen and found just what they needed their to enrich and enhance their play.

Even though many toys were out and the clock indicated a proportionally narrow amount of time for cleaning up, children and I felt full of energy and delight, and we tidied up the room with even more celerity than I envisioned.

I plan to summon forth images from this day at school frequently.  It lifts my spirits so much and helps me anticipated and hopefully evoke more such wonderful moments with our class in the future.

With warmth and light and appreciation,

William

RE: Wow! An Appreciation of Your Chiildren

I  had a wonderful time.with the children..............magic all around us........................

Cordula  Hetland

I 

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Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 19:13:23 -0800
Subject: Wow! An Appreciation of Your Chiildren
From: wdolde@gmail.com
To: butterflygarden@gmail.com; jmarhanson@gmail.com; nicole.m.wundrow@boeing.com; fgraner@sealife-productions.com; lucyfyanz@gmail.com; whidbeyashley@gmail.com; tierralinda@live.com; cherub1111@gmail.com; giuseppe.grillea@gmail.com; withinwires@yahoo.com; batisteclan@whidbey.net; franceskenney@gmail.com; vs_nik@yahoo.com; mollymom3@yahoo.com; awundrow@gmail.com; mkohlhaas@gmail.com; dyannedea@hotmail.com; gtruesdell@sealife-productions.com; klpeggar@nps.edu; ntoombs@gmail.com; wdolde.nursery@blogger.com; hansoloalaska@hotmail.com; lilystarproductions@yahoo.com; megL2008@live.com; pyanz@hotmail.com; hetland_cordula@hotmail.com; kristin.codda@gmail.com

Dear Golden Forest Families,

It was a delicious day at school.  I stood with Kristin observing the children and revelling in and marveling at the flexibility and flow of their social creative play.  Children found delight in playing with familiar friends, and new constellations formed with all sorts of new possibilities--and it was all happening at the same time, organically, as if it could not be orchestrated any better.

I am very appreciative of all that children, parents, teachers (thanks to Molly and Cordula and Kristin for helping children tune to such a happy place in my days of absence), and forces beyond my comprehension have done to create this moment to cherish and return to.

Boys played with girls.  Girls played with boys.  Areas went through beautiful metamorphosis.  The sand pit went from gross motor pit digging, to a bakery, to a road construction zone.  Different groups of children flowed into and out of the area completely in tune with what was going on there at that moment.  Pirates engaged in creative ship building projects that lasted a long time, then transformed into a lengthy treasure hunt and excavation.  Drivers discovered how deftly they could pull a wagon around the playground and visited all the groups on the playground, delivering.  We opened up a new straw bale, and we watched groups of children creating nests and sitting on their eggs.

Our real chickens seemed particularly free and in tune today; a pleasure to watch.  Two children and I freed two birds from the school's compost bin.

Many children helped Kristin (substituting for Molly) with classroom tasks such as cooking and cleaning, with a good will and great merriment.  I lost count of the number of intrinsically motivated compliments ("That's a beautiful candle this child made. . ."  "I really like your painting . . ." "These eggs are yummy . . .") and kind words I heard throughout the morning.

Indoors there was a beautiful flow from high activity to quietude, rising from within the inspiration of the children, rather than being imposed from without by me.  After a much enjoyed snack, our children were eager to practice "walking the plank" (a transformation that has occurred over weeks; pirates speaking about and building planks metamorphosed into bold children volunteering to walk the plank--sensing an excellent opportunity to climb and jump--to almost every child wanting to have a turn to jump off a plank), which transformed into a gymnastics spring board and a pool diving board, which then transformed into a house, and then moved to another part of the room to become a very large house that could include many children.  We flowed in and out of our painting time (4 children paint at a time) with grace and ease.  Different groups of children (princesses, moms, drivers, babysitters, pirates) moved into and out of the play kitchen and found just what they needed their to enrich and enhance their play.

Even though many toys were out and the clock indicated a proportionally narrow amount of time for cleaning up, children and I felt full of energy and delight, and we tidied up the room with even more celerity than I envisioned.

I plan to summon forth images from this day at school frequently.  It lifts my spirits so much and helps me anticipated and hopefully evoke more such wonderful moments with our class in the future.

With warmth and light and appreciation,

William