Friday, June 29, 2012

Why parents are best


Why parents’ help is best Parents can focus on their child, spending some one-to-one time with them. Parents can fit English sessions into any part of their day to suit their child and themselves. Parents can regulate the length of an English session and select activities to fit their child’s needs, interests and ability to concentrate. Parents know their child intimately and can intuitively judge the type of English talking suitable for their individual ways of picking up language. Parents can best interpret their child’s moods and respond to them. Children have days when they eagerly absorb language and others when they find it difficult to concentrate. Parents can introduce more fun, as they are working with an individual, not a class. Parents can introduce English culture into family life, so broadening their child’s outlook and understanding of their own culture as well as things English. Parents, using a softer, caring voice and simpler language, unconsciously shepherd their young child through an activity by: a running commentary (talking aloud) on what is going on: ‘Let’s put it here.’ ‘There.’ ‘Look. I’ve put it on the table.’ ‘Which one do you like?’ [pause] ‘Oh, I like this one.’ ‘The red one’ repeating useful language more often than in adult talk: repetition introduced naturally helps the child to confirm what they are picking up – it is not boring for the child, even if it is for the parent reflecting back what their child has said and enlarging it: Child: ‘Yellow’; Parent: ‘You like the yellow one.’ ‘Here it is.’ ‘Here’s the yellow one.’ ‘Let’s see. yellow, red and here’s the brown one.’ ‘I like the brown one, do you?’ [pause] talking more slowly and stressing new words naturally without altering the melody of the language. ‘Which rhyme shall we say today?’ ‘ You choose.’ [pause for child to select] using the same phrases each time to manage English sessions as well as activities and games. As children’s understanding increases, these basic phrases are enlarged: ‘Let’s play Simon says.’ ‘Stand there.’ ‘In front of me.’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘Are you ready?’ adding facial expression and gesture to aid understanding using eye contact in one-to-one exchanges to reassure and also to encourage a hesitant child to speak pausing for a longer time as children need to think about what they hear before they are ready to reply. When speaking is still limited, exaggerated pauses can add fun or hold interest in a game.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

What is a Buddhist country?

It's sad that often kindness is taken for stupidity, to lend(give) someone money, or to work for free and you are labelled an idiot, and then if you say you dont care about money, they will label you as completely insane. What is it to label a nation Buddhist or catholic or muslim. For any country Ive been to, there is no country that is 100% any religion, and the poeple who "follow" the main religion arent always the "best" followers. But what can you expect when people pick and choose which "rules" they obey and which rules arent so important. it comes back to the practice what you preach, more people around the world are quick to judge what others are doing without reflecting on their own behaviour, until of course they become the object of judgement which is easily brushed aside as an accident, or not even their fault or just plain lie about it. It's easier for people to judge others behaviour than it is to change ones own. But it's to label oneself or ones children as Buddhist or Muslim, but is it true when you dont follow the "rules", How many Catholics use contraceptives? How many Muslims drink alcohol? How many Buddhists Lie and steal?

Saturday, June 09, 2012

If we are all GOD's children,

Then this is his kingdom. It exists every where and within. Every breathe is his, and ever beat of our heart beats with his, and is given by him. But we have lost our ways, and now we sin not only with each breathe but each beat is also stained. And each thought we allow to become an action of pain or fear upon our brothers and sisters. We have fallen far from the tree, and yet we still judge our own blood and flesh as if they were lesser than thy own. We hurt the ones we love and then expect them to show gratitude throu their tears, for pety riches and fame.But what could be more rich and full filling then the kigdom which he has given for us?

Saturday, June 02, 2012

Ur weak, its ok, eveything will be fine.

My new theory of late call me crazy if you will, but I think the one word that can sum up all (or most) of the problems in the world is that human beings are basically weak. This is all it comes down to, how many have what it takes to stand alone and change things? Because its individuals that change the world but all have one thing in common. Regardless of what’s popular, or the norm of the day they are prepared to stand against everything and anything for what is true and just. It would also explain then “need” for people to race after gold, cash and fame, becaue they need these external material objects/thoughts to keep them “happy”. Because deep down they realize they are just another human on this planet that has been born and will die. They want everyone to know them and so that when they die everyone will remember them. Also take into consideration most crimes, are said to be about jealousy. Why are people so jealous of other people? We are all just people, there’s no one better or worse, and no matter what that person has, its not going to bring you happiness. All that money you get from bribes doesn’t make you happy, all the corruption and dishonesty comes from human beings being weak, weak beings of being we are.

The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune (part 4)

And it makes me a better person for seeing, it also helps a lot with my own family, to appreciate the quiet moments, playing with my son, as he laughs and squeals, he is so easy to take care of, and playing dominos with my daughters, and reading the abc cards and the vegetable cards, or books of coloring and writing. I wonder how hard I should push them and in which direction. Ultimately I want them to follow their own paths where ever they lead, I will be around to help if they fall. Time keeps clicking away, and yet I feel I have gone no where, or haven’t done anything. But slowly I’m growing inside and everything is moving ok. On the 3rd day of Songkan, its nice to relax and watch the circus, and see how people do things here, watching the children and the families. And the people that come to visit, and listen to what they have to say. So often it’s far more interesting than anything on TV, which we just got a few days, due to a friend leaving to go to Chiang Mai. And a new desk from the lady who we rent our house from. Alex is eating pumpkin and banana, its so hot and still only 9 o’clock in the morning. Why is it we never have money during this time of year? Last year I didn’t even drink, this year I had 2 bottles of gin, which is a major upgrade. But life seems quite hard here for people but I think their desires get the best of them. There’s always plenty of food around, and amazing fruit just in the streets. I’ve never seen so many fruit trees not in orchards or on farms. And I can see how love is what saves us, any time I’m down it always brings me back, its all we need, without it we die, with love we never die and live for ever. Stop living life like it could be, wake up and see what your life is. For as long as you constantly stay in the past or in the future you will miss what is happening now. Be kind to yourself and gentle, love and play. Be honest with yourself. Then you can be honest with all life, what is it you want from life? What do you want to do? It’s amazing to just ride around and take in the amazing places, where I am, it is so crazy sometimes, but there are still moments where you can see life, and that people have just become so bogged down into one track thinking which has been fed to them by those in power.

In the Garden of Solitude

 T he stillness where shadows whisper,   I wander the garden of my solitude,   Amongst the withered petals of hope,   Fear blooms like a nig...