Κυριακή 31 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Πέμπτη 28 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
https://educationsvoice.wordpress.com/2017/12/28/2017-educations-voice-top-10-mindfulness-posts/
mindfullness in classroom
- Combine all ingredients in a
medium mixing bowl. Once dough begins to form a ball in the center.
- Dust generously with flour.
- Separate into three sections to
make rolling easier. Cover dough with plastic wrap or wax paper.
- Chill for at least 4 hours, or overnight.
- Dust a smooth surface with
flour, and roll out a section of the dough to about ¼ inch (6 mm) thick.
Use a gingerbread man cookie cutter, or a knife to slice out
- You may want to stretch out the
head and feet! Place on parchment paper on a baking sheet, and score the
cookie’s surface to look like fur.
- Bake at 350˚F (180˚C) for 10-12
min.
- Melt the chocolate and put into
a piping bag.
- Add the bandolier, eyes and
nose.
- Gingerbread cookies
Τετάρτη 27 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Biscuits au gingembre
1.
Mélanger tous les ingrédients dans un bol à
mélanger moyen.
2.
Une fois que la pâte commence à former une boule
au centre.
3.
Saupoudrer généreusement de farine.
4.
Séparer en trois sections pour faciliter le
roulement.
5.
Couvrir la pâte d'une pellicule de plastique ou
de papier ciré.
6.
Refroidir pendant au moins 4 heures ou toute la
nuit.
7.
Épousseter une surface lisse avec de la farine
et étaler une section de la pâte d'environ 6 mm (¼ po) d'épaisseur. Utilisez un
emporte-pièce pour homme en pain d'épice ou un couteau pour trancher
8.
Vous pouvez étendre la tête et les pieds! Placer
sur du papier parchemin sur une plaque à pâtisserie et marquer la surface du
biscuit pour qu'elle ressemble à de la fourrure.
9.
Cuire au
four à 350˚F (180˚C) pendant 10-12 min.
10.
Faire fondre le chocolat et le mettre dans un
sac à douille.
11.
Ajouter la bandoulière, les yeux et le nez.
Κυριακή 17 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Stone
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger’s tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger’s tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river,
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river,
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed.
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star charts
On the inner walls.
When two stones are rubbed.
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star charts
On the inner walls.
Σάββατο 16 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Παρασκευή 15 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Δευτέρα 11 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
http://tvxs.gr/news/sinema/deka-tainies-gia-ta-anthropina-dikaiomata?utm_source=FacebookE&utm_campaign=userBaseE&utm_medium=215452
ταινίες για τα ανθρώπινα δικαιώματα
Παρασκευή 8 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Τετάρτη 6 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Δευτέρα 4 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Κυριακή 3 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Παρασκευή 1 Δεκεμβρίου 2017
Landscape
Now this must be the sweetest place
From here to Heaven's end;
From here to Heaven's end;
The field is white with flowering lace,
The birches leap and bend,
The birches leap and bend,
The hills, beneath the roving sun,
From green to purple pass,
From green to purple pass,
And little, trifling breezes run
Their fingers through the grass.
So good it is, so gay it is,
So calm it is, and pure,
So good it is, so gay it is,
So calm it is, and pure,
A one whose eyes may look on this
Must be the happier, sure.
But me - I see it flat and gray
But me - I see it flat and gray
And blurred with misery,
Because a lad a mile away
Has little need of me.
Has little need of me.
Dorothy Parker 1893-1967
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