Bindi Irwin Cuddles Up to Boyfriend Chandler Powell, He Calls Her an 'Amazing Girlfriend'



Bindi Irwin shares adorable video with boyfriend Chandler Powell


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Last edited by CEK40 (12/28/2015 10:11 am)

CEK40 wrote:

Thanks for posting this, CEK.  I had not planned to log in and post, but I well remember how excited I was when I first read Madeleine L'Engle's "A Circle of Quiet", and I first understood the magic and wonder of "kairos."   For some reason, I have been thinking a lot about kairos the past several weeks. It was when I read "A Circle of Quiet" that it dawned on me that when we are in kairos, time seems to stand still.  And when we step into chronos  from kairos, it feels as if we have stepped from a real world into an unreal, jarring world.  I have experienced this a lot as an adult. Children at play know all about kairos, and I cannot help but wonder if this may not be a reason that they sometimes get so upset when playtime is over.  Preparing for the holidays can be in kairos or chronos.  Our society values chronos above kairos. Witness the billion dollar market in time management products that focus on getting a lot done everyday, often at the expense of those who mean the most to us.  The first shock I had in teaching was this: it was not that teenagers didn't want to talk with anyone over 30, it was that adults who are very busy earning a living or grading papers or preparing lessons or cleaning a house, do not make the time necessary for kairos to happen with their children, their students.  And I believe that our sisterhood experiences kairos on this message board.  And I agree with Derek.  Thinking about kairos led me to realize that all people are artists.  But not everyone was enchanted with this revelation which I loved sharing with people. I remember having a conversation with a home economics teacher about this.  I was so excited to tell her that her mixing and kneading and putting the bread into the oven was just as much an artistic creation as my music.  She looked at me as if I were insane.   

 

Last edited by KeepOnSinging (12/28/2015 12:24 pm)

This breaks my heart.   Having been through it in hot summer temperatures, what must it be like in December?

KeepOnSinging wrote:

CEK40 wrote:

Thanks for posting this, CEK.  I had not planned to log in and post, but I well remember how excited I was when I first read Madeleine L'Engle's "A Circle of Quiet", and I first understood the magic and wonder of "kairos."   For some reason, I have been thinking a lot about kairos the past several weeks. It was when I read "A Circle of Quiet" that it dawned on me that when we are in kairos, time seems to stand still.  And when we step into chronos  from kairos, it feels as if we have stepped from a real world into an unreal, jarring world.  I have experienced this a lot as an adult. Children at play know all about kairos, and I cannot help but wonder if this may not be a reason that they sometimes get so upset when playtime is over.  Preparing for the holidays can be in kairos or chronos.  Our society values chronos above kairos. Witness the billion dollar market in time management products that focus on getting a lot done everyday, often at the expense of those who mean the most to us.  The first shock I had in teaching was this: it was not that teenagers didn't want to talk with anyone over 30, it was that adults who are very busy earning a living or grading papers or preparing lessons or cleaning a house, do not make the time necessary for kairos to happen with their children, their students.  And I believe that our sisterhood experiences kairos on this message board.  And I agree with Derek.  Thinking about kairos led me to realize that all people are artists.  But not everyone was enchanted with this revelation which I loved sharing with people. I remember having a conversation with a home economics teacher about this.  I was so excited to tell her that her mixing and kneading and putting the bread into the oven was just as much an artistic creation as my music.  She looked at me as if I were insane.   

 

 Wise words, KOS.  ​