Walt Whitman’s Inspiration for Science Education Today

January 4, 2024

A Simple Science Lesson: Painted by Poetry

In my home classroom this morning I introduced Walt Whitman’s poem “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer”:

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns

            Before;

When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to

            Add, divide, and measure them;

When I , sitting, heard the astronomer, where he

            Lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;

Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to 

            Time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45479/when-i-heard-the-learnd-astronomer

After I read it aloud, I asked my students what their reflections were and the consensus was that there was fatigue, sadness and a feeling of being overwhelmed.  I asked them if they feel bored, does a change of scenery help? In the case of this poem, was science more interesting to be experienced outside rather than just reducing it to a program of numbers and theses on paper? There was no wrong answer, I simply shared this poem and asked my children what they each perceived from it. 

Outdoors as a Rule

We had a good discussion about it and led to me sharing that I had always approached our “snack/break time” with the mindset that they were to get outside and experience nature through their physical senses. Over the years I’ve consistently made it a rule that they cannot play with balls, toys and other items when they go outside for the 15-30 minute outside break from our homeschool inside. While they can learn all the theories, equations and use technology as a means to learning about the sciences, I’ve been firm that they must spend a structured amount of time in nature to interact and have no agenda other than to experience or observe the outdoors in as raw a form as possible.

Teacher Teaching What She Learned

I came across Whitman’s poem during my reading of “ A New Natural Philosophy” by Ravi Scott Jain, Robbie Andreasen and Chris Hall.  The book examines how educators and administrators can approach “recovering a natural science and a Christian pedagogy. 

Their research and reflection helps reveal that in human history there has been recurring habit of the “poetic notions of reality” which will occur prior to scientific arguments/experiments/hypotheses. An example of their research work reveals “a theory of the multiverse and one of evolution date back to the ideas of the ancient Greeks, as does heliocenterism. The pre-Socratic thinker Anaximander suggested that men evolved from fish and also claimed an infinite number of universes were continually coming into existence and passing away. Natural scientists may talk about the multiverse, but they do well to recognize that they are participating in the very ancient discourse of natural philosophy: the love of wisdom regarding the natural world.” (13)

While “A New Natural Philosophical” is coming from a Christ-centered viewpoint, I believe that merely subscribing to an open, creative viewpoint can help the study of both science and growing technology by simply reflecting on artists like Walt Whitman. 

Consider the online article by Maria Popova entitled “When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer: What Walt Whitman’s Timeless Reckoning with the Limits of Science:

“No literary artist has wrested grander themes out of the reality of the natural world, nor channeled those themes more beautifully, than Whitman, for whom astronomy was a particularly beguiling lens on humanity’s intimacy with nature. He lived through a golden age of American astronomy, when the first university observatories were being erected, when comet discoveries and eclipse observations regularly made the front pages of the nation’s newspapers. After astronomers at the U.S. Naval Observatory discovered the first moon of Mars, and soon the second, Whitman exulted in his notebook: “Mars walks the heavens lord-paramount now; all through this month I go out after supper and watch for him; sometimes getting up at midnight to take another look at his unparallel’d lustre.”’

Why Share This? Technology and Science are Constant Companions of our Children

At the writing of this, I’m a mother to an 8, 12 and 15 year old respectively, I can attest that my biggest priority over the years is to help encourage them that in the realm of the sciences there is so much to be questioned and learned.  

I’ve often reminded them that even those who are scientists don’t know everything about their discipline or area of study.  That’s something to be celebrated and to hopefully help inspire those students who may find particular areas of study to be interesting so that they can add their own contribution.

In the technology arena, along with my husband’s support we’ve kept them from over-indulging in things like touchscreens and easy internet searches in lieu of learning how to read, interact with others and cultivate their inner creativity so as to integrate better in a rapidly changing world as humans weave their existence with increasing tools of their own making like ChatGPT.

To be continued…after all, we’re all in “school” together on this Earth.

R.V.S.B.

Toddler Time: Why We Should Follow It Sometimes

In my latest quest to make sure that my son T.A. and I maximize our time spent outdoors, I’ve enlisted his help in walking our 11-year-old Beagle named Rosie.

Taking my son by the hand down the neighborhood street is no easy task.  I have compromised with him that I’ll allow him to walk hands-free with me as long as when  spot a vehicle he heeds my call to stand by me with both hands in mine.  If you’re a parent, you’re well aware of these multiple mini-negotiations that fill your days–it’s wonder we’re not all hired to be diplomats for our nation.

At first these walks were a humorous observation of who was the more distracted one on either end of the leash: the dog or the toddler.  He stopped to point at pile of leaves on the side of the road. He said “whoa!” in adoration in response to the sound and then sight of the helicopter whizzing overhead.  He reached up toward the leaves of the tree full of yellow blossoms (subsequently dropping the leash handle sending me scrambling for Rosie).

So my first reactions to all of this was atypical of us stressed-out mammas. Lots of “quit that”, “come on and keep moving”, “leave that alone” and so forth in Greek and English.  Then came the day when I looked up and saw the most beautiful yellow bird in the branches of a tree he was passionately in “Bam-Bam” tones pointing out.  I started explaining the bird’s color and behavior as I simultaneously thought to myself that I need to check my bird field book to find out the name of this bird and others that we see on our walks together.

The past week or so I have found myself becoming addicted to these walks with T.A.  It occurred to me that this a type of salve that we have almost lost in our human society.  It means I’ve had to let go of my obsession with keeping to a contrived schedule of busyness. 

Whatever happened to taking a leisurely walk alone or with others WITHOUT an Ipod.  What is our addiction to stimulation stemming from?  Why must we try to fill each moment of the day with a preprogrammed task to check off?  My toddler son has reminded me that it’s quite refreshing to just indulge in the moment as simple as walking down the neighborhood street and taking in the sights and sounds–mundane or extraordinary.

I now look forward to these walks with my dog and son.  I hope that when he is my age he’ll still enjoy them, hopefully with his friends, loved ones or possibly little ones of his own.  My resolve, thanks to Toddler Time, is to enjoy these walks even when alone one day–absorbing the environment around me unfettered while also fondly reminiscing the times I watched my toddler son dance along before the years sped off too fast for my aging soul.

RVSB