There is only one choice. Like the saplings our Tracks class plant each year, like the children we raise, we must grow. We'll become a school that will safeguard a space of play, of creation, and of curiosity for children ages 2 through 8.
With all the dancing, decorating feet circling the cedar, things were suddenly revealed. Half-worms, new beetles, and roots. The worms and beetles were given homes, but the true treasure was a bamboo shoot. It surely is the longest thing to ever exist on this planet.
The stillness of the place is wonderful and is also too much. I need the children here. It is their bustle and hurry, stirring and scooping, shouts and calls, that complete the scene. Wake up, wake up, Sleeping Beauty, school time is almost here!
The children wander about in that way that children do, looking for something that says connection -- people, place, or thing -- what will lead the way, what will provide that spark, what will they PLAY?