Michaelmas at Sanderling Waldorf School: A Festival of Strength, Courage and Will

Today the kids’ school celebrated Michaelmas, the festival of strength, courage and will. The entire school (minus the nursery kids) performed a pageant in which Archangel Michael helped to subdue a fierce dragon, saving throngs of villagers from their demise.

Archangel Michael, protector from darkness and administrator of cosmic intelligence, serves as a symbol of the triumph of good over evil, of courage over cowardice. In times of chaos and uncertainty it is critical that we have the resolve to summon our strength and inner light so we can transform the darkness and be the beings of light we were created to be.

Transformation of darkness requires fearlessness and compassion. It requires accepting the shadow and subduing it—with love. Only light can conquer darkness. The songs and stories of St Michael nurture the inner light so that the children can go into the world ready to face all of their inner and outer dragons in a courageous and heart-centered way. 

At the end of the pageant the school gathered in the yard where the traditional dragon bread, baked by 1st grade moms, was waiting to be shared with the community. I am so grateful to be a part of this community. Happy Michaelmas, friends.

Toothfairy adventures

 

At 5 am my alarm went off and I rolled over and thought, “I don’t need to meditate right now. I’ll do it later.” So I re-set it for 6. At 6 I thought, “the kids are having oatmeal for breakfast today and that doesn’t take long to make. Another 15 won’t hurt.” So I re-set it for 6:15. I closed my eyes and as I was drifting back to sleep a sudden realization flashed into my awareness: OH CRAP, JEFFREY LOST A TOOTH YESTERDAY. Wide awake I jumped out of bed praying he was still asleep, searched frantically for a dollar, which I found (thank God!) and I snuck into his room, undetected. Phew. I got the dollar under his pillow but couldn’t locate the tooth. He stirred a little but didn’t wake.

I went downstairs and it dawned on me that, duh, he probably used the tooth fairy pillow I made him when he was 4. I went back up, found the tooth in the pillow and took it. He smiled in his sleep. To my bedroom I went. Then, overthinking things like I do, I thought “he’s going to wonder why the dollar isn’t in the tooth pillow.” So I pressed my luck and went back in. As I dug around under his pillow and located the dollar he opened his eyes and stared into my face in his dreamy little way. As quickly as I could I stuffed the dollar into the tooth pillow while kneeling over and giving him a good morning kiss on his forehead, trying to play it off like I was merely getting him up for school. At breakfast I wondered if he had noticed at all. Is it just me, or is he unusually quiet this morning? Was I not stealthy enough? Did I just kill the magic? 

Then on the drive to school I asked if something was up. “Are you ok, Jeffrey bean?” He smiled dreamily and said he was just thinking, but then there was a slight shift in his demeanor. I asked if he wanted to share and he said, “Well…I’ve been wondering…” My heart starts racing a bit… “…When I get my letter from Hogwarts, well, do you and Daddy have to apply first? Do you get to pick your school? Or do they just send me a letter? I really want to go to Hogwarts, but what if I get a letter from Durmstrang instead? What happens?” There was genuine concern on his sweet little face. And that’s when I realized the magic is still very much alive and I have nothing to worry about.

I’m really going to miss this age when it’s gone.