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copywork, more than it seems

I'm about halfway through this seminar and it has me all "I LOVE homeschoolers!" How awesome is it that we can access "in service" podcasts designed to educate and grow home educators for free from the comfort of our home?! 





Rita Cevasco is a Speech and Language Pathologist.  I'm a bit obsessed with people who are passionate about speech and language development. 


I wouldn't know why, though? 




In this podcast Rita discusses the role copywork plays in the language growth process. It's validating and beautiful so far. Which reminds me, you know who was a huge advocate of copywork? Only my favorite educational philosopher, Miss. Charlotte Mason. I am often staggered by how far beyond her time she was. I appreciate that she had a keen interest in brain science. I do too. Refer to above image for my inspiration. I am persuaded that Charlotte was before her time because she believed deeply in the power of personal observation. She trusted her own eyes to speak truth. She empowers me to do the same. Rather than accepting what the experts of her time had to say, simply because they were labeled experts, she spent her life faithfully observing and applying her theories. With great success. 


The end result of her life's study is found in the six volumes she left behind. You can access them for free via Ambleside Online's generous compilation. I have not yet read through the entire set myself, but I'm attempting to consistently read a little each week allowing her ideas to continually inform my own. Every now and then a little nugget, like this podcast, will come along which underscores how modern brain science agrees with her "vintage" methodology. Not that I need the experts to agree with me. I trust my eyes to speak truth too, but it never hurts to say, "brain science says...".


Not an exhaustive list, but a launching point of other worthy insights on the topic of copywork include: 

Copywork in Our Home - Charlotte Mason Help

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