Technically not a "field" trip, more like an art trip.
We've done quite a few "learning" excursions with the kids but this by far was my favorite. It was so creative and yielded such great results.
A friend of ours and fellow homeschooler organized a trip recently to the Maine Art Glass Studio. The children each created their own fused glass tile. Sounds harmless, thankfully it was. But anything can happen when you give a 5 year old shards of glass and "nippers" to cut with.
I can't take any credit for these works of art my kiddos created. The designs were their own and except for cutting a few pieces here and there these pieces were wholly my childrens' doing. I'm hoping they will hang on our windows for like, ever. These glass tiles capture their unique styles perfectly and I simply love them.
These beauties are going to seriously brighten my winter.
I had rooted myself in my relationship with Damien, looking to him to be my "sure thing" in life, which included my income-earning work, instead of finding security in my identity in Jesus Christ, who dwells in me, and is the Essence of my life.
I hadn't intended to tell the story of The Breaking in the context of vocation and work, but it's the story that has bubbled to the surface in many posts and has been told in bits and pieces, through direct and indirect means, over many months.