Wandering

When we let ourselves Wander -

Feeling our feet touch the ground, Lending our ears To the rawness of sound

We are present In this forest, Here Now

Guided by curiosity, Opening ourselves to the magic around us -

To the trees and their talk, To their roots, To the mysteries beneath us, To those strong little shoots.

To the bird songs and the ant trails, To the breaths of ancient wisdom,

To the scents filling the air And the invisible seemingly hidden.

Anything is possible

There is no structure Or final destination, We are led through timelessness, Through the seeds of creation. Natures’ ways In full animation, The art of questioning Alive In cultivation, A colourful stage for Experiential education.

Kids: What better teachers Of this most basic, Primal activity Called Wandering.

This opportunity For deep connection, To all that we are To the cosmic roots we all share.

To all the kids out there With eyes gleaming Imaginations beaming, So naturally aware of their surroundings, Playing as they ponder,

Thank you for reminding us To let ourselves Wander.

And thank you Forest For welcoming us yonder.

---------------------- - Inspired by my day (at work) on Friday hanging with a bunch of 11-year olds in the forest, building little museums on rocks with our cool nature finds and getting lost in our own Narnia.

[September 28th, 2018]