For the children, that means a barefooted freedom in their days... we're able to just go... dash out to the patio for chalk creations, eating lunch upon the porch or the tree stump, enjoying a very strong connection with dirt hills and the emerging life.
For me, it means that my inner thoughts have been turned into outward actions.
It is something that happens to us regularly in the springtime and summer... we seem to step outside of our closed-up selves as easily as we step out of doors and coats. (And shed our outer skins quite brazenly as the summer comes on. :) )
Part of my personal metamorphosis comes each year as I begin my forage into the herb gardens. I fancifully imagine conjurings, while absorbing the magic of the gardens.
There aren't too many things that restore me like breathing in the Great Mother that way.
St. John's Wort
I start looking to our favorite Play places, to see what inspiring, wonderful things are being offered in the world.
Reacquainting myself with life outside our doors.
I think this is the real reason I/we started up our Kids Club... not out of any lack in our friendships -for certainly we love our friends well- but rather just an inclination to.. step out of our plain coats. To dance uninhibitedly in the Spring, just for the fun of it.
So this week we we accepted the challenge to think Physics and Engineering, and we contemplated how best to protect... Eggs.
designing our containers for the Egg Drop
And while we were on that subject of eggs, and in respect of Trevelyn's request to grow crystals again...
And we've been giving some attention to ideas of our own....
We're loving Kids Club. This week was an egg drop, followed by boffers, Nerf, and marshmallow shooter play.
I have been a poor correspondent, and a poor philosopher of late. My contemplative self has been thoroughly swayed by the pretty flowers and warm earth... "Come play!", they tell me. "Just play."
And as it seems a Most Important business, that is what I've done. My insides have been turned to the outside, where I have been inspired and charmed, but with no time or patience to sit and put it all into words.
A breathless spring fling, I suppose.
Ah, well. Best to enjoy it, hmm?