tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post2835066929768566321..comments2023-10-28T23:27:11.116+11:00Comments on the rachel papers: Birds and BalloonsRachel Powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18076347414401820489noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-72247329672294251642009-02-09T23:03:00.000+11:002009-02-09T23:03:00.000+11:00I love the self esteem bucket concept. What a love...I love the self esteem bucket concept. What a lovely thought that there are teachers out there who care in this way. <BR/>And, yes, uncanny indeed, Damon--except that your description is so much more lyrical than mine. That lovely idea that it would eventually be handed over, still intact--to be enjoyed by others. Now there's something to visualise.Rachel Powerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18076347414401820489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-61299397308209022852009-02-08T11:31:00.000+11:002009-02-08T11:31:00.000+11:00Now that's just uncanny.Here's a passage from my s...Now that's just uncanny.<BR/><BR/>Here's a passage from my short story, a clumsy homage to Henry James, 'The Master's Balloon':<BR/><BR/>The first stroke preceded a gradually expanding balloon of words and phrases. And he marvelled, without knowing – quietly, unconsciously, breathlessly – at the growing spectacle of it, as the breath of his imaginative vocabulary filled up its moveable walls. It would be splendid, this balloon, marvellous in its curves and lightness; its brilliant marriage of expanse and air, slowly increasing in his mind’s eye. He would aerate this toy, play with it thoroughly, and then give it, in all largesse and imposing friendliness, to the anonymous children who received his pages. They, too, would tap it with their fingers, kick it about, revel in its spacious bounce, and then tell their companions its story. <BR/><BR/>And he would smile, knowingly, happily – though not without reserve, without awkward ambiguities – at their praise, only because he, too, occasionally sat, laughingly stupefied, by the calibre of his gift. All was repose and daydream, reverie and relaxation, as the rubber filled, its circumference outlining the limits of his expansive mind.Damon Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06421351032851052928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-20132414793285606222009-02-08T03:18:00.000+11:002009-02-08T03:18:00.000+11:00I love that image of the hot air balloon of ideas ...I love that image of the hot air balloon of ideas hovering your heads it really conjured up a whole scene of women running about their day- in the play ground, shopping being a taxi driver for their teens, all with their beautiful balloons al la early french style. This is an image that will stick with me for a long time like our "self esteem buckets". When I was at uni learning to become a teacher one of our lecturers said that kids walked around holding tight to their self esteem in a bucket some of those poor little cherubs had so many knocks that their buckets were empty, they had to carry these empty buckets with them everywhere and it was our job to try and fill them up a bit. That was over 20 years ago and I still remember it vividly. Your ideas hot air balloon image has joined the self esteem bucket!Red Hen (dette)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09620943527844246297noreply@blogger.com