Today marks the end of another season of summer camps which is always bittersweet. Daily visits to this spot will fade into weekly visits.. and as the seasons change I will find myself missing all the children from summer. I will gaze longingly into these waters waiting for the next opportunity to drench myself in games and laughter and catch the light of the sun upon my skin. I am thankful beyond words for the children who teach me and brighten my life. I am thankful for the way the river shows up day in and day out to teach me and brighten my life. I am thankful for the earth that shows up day in and day out as my greatest teacher. But, for now, I'm looking forward to sleeping in and the rest that comes. Here's to another - THE BEST EVER - summer!
Over
The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.
~ Mark Twain
Mason Mill
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
~ Khalil Gibran
Day 265
My life is rich in teachers and special spots.
My most joyful days are spent exploring the earth, listening to children, and being fully alive in my body.
I believe if we want to build a world where we take care of our planet we have to fully engage with it - we have to get it in and explore it - we have to become a PART of it and we have to start somewhere - each and every one of us.
Even if we don't do it for ourselves we should do it for the generations who will stand upon our shoulders.
We each have our own way to commune with life.
I sit and listen.
Children play.
Elders teach.
How do you commune?
