I was away from home all day - browsing bookstores and thinking about the upcoming academic year. I spent the day looking through the most ridiculous teaching guides - all geared toward the standardized test my privately tutored son is not (thank God!) required to complete.
Any semblance of joy derived from learning has clearly been stripped from public education. Why would any child who is not going to become a botanist be required to identify dicot flowers on a science worksheet? Is learning the term dicotyledon considered a standard in education?
E. O. Wilson says in his memoir, Naturalist:
Hands-on experience at the critical time, not systematic knowledge, is what counts in the making of a naturalist. Better to be an untutored savage for a while, not to know the names or anatomical detail. Better to spend long stretches of times just searching and dreaming.
When we ventured outside this evening after dinner I was immediately drawn to our deeply lobed mother's herb (motherwort). She confirmed what I'd been thinking all day: untutored savagery is an essential and necessary pursuit. ♥