In one of my roles, I work at an elementary
school and so my days are filled with questions, laughter and imaginative
minds. I have the pleasure of starting my mornings surrounded by kids who adore
sharing their ideas, thoughts and explanations for why things occur. I always
love when these explanations are in reference to animal behaviour and/or
ecological processes. There are two examples that have stayed with me that
reveal the loveliness of how children associate their experiences in how they
relate them to themselves. The first occurred on a chilly morning a few months
back as the sun slowly started to heat the playground creating the dewdrops to
evaporate into the air from every surface. I heard a little boy call out “the
tree is breathing!” and a group started to circle around the base of the large
trunk to watch as the sun warmed its bark turning the morning droplets into little
misty clouds similar to when one exhales… In the past weeks, I have had the
company of a little girl who tells me about the chickens she has at home. There
are over 40, but she has told me that she does know a few of them quite well, one
in particular by the name of Henrietta. As it were, Henrietta had fled their
place a while back. I listened to her story of how Henrietta had disappeared
and return one day with a crowd of little chicks following closely behind her.
I loved the explanation that this little girl gave me which was that Henrietta
had left because she wanted to have a family. As they collect the eggs
Henrietta would not have been able to have her chicks had she stayed. And so,
as she stated this was the only way that Henrietta could be the mother she had
dreamed of being… I am always fascinated by the logic that kids come up with to
explain behaviour, understanding or function. They are often inspired by the
understanding they have of themselves but more importantly they express a
genuine empathy toward the beings that they encounter.
Lives of the wild to wild lives; what can we learn from the beings that surround us?
Wednesday 21 January 2015
Wednesday 14 January 2015
A well of clarity...
It had been a few months now since Miss Mariska had been moved the stall adjacent to Amore. She was a playful companion that had slowly brought out Amore’s drive for adventure. Together they had been watchful of the routines in the stable and paid close attention to the comings and goings of the humans that moved about the barn. Some would stop to look in on them from time to time and Amore could remember the ones that would take a moment to be gentle with her. A few other horses had come and gone in that time but Amore and Miss Mariska were a constant.
The two would connect in the paddock since Miss Mariska had been moved to her own stall but their closest interactions were in the stillness of the evenings. The ranch was quiet and the barn closed up for the night. These calm evening tête-à-têtes are what Amore looked forward to during the drudgery of the routines of the day. She loved to listen, and Miss Mariska had such lovely and imaginative thoughts about the world she would construct beyond the barn. Amore had confided in her on several occasions about the lives she lived before the barn, her dreams, and the desires she had to once again run in the freedom of the sunlight accompanied by her Amado. She had such a respect and admiration for Miss Mariska who had a true sense of integrity. Miss Mariska also seemed to have a deep understanding of Amore’s inner self; she was like her well of clarity...
Wednesday 7 January 2015
Stay Gold...
He was like a raging fire. She had been warned by her stablemate to keep her distance from the Appaloosa in the stall opposite her but Amore was not one to heed a warning. In fact, her curiousity was something that had led her to adventures beyond her imagination. And so, when Amore was captivated by something or by another she would follow that sense of intrigue in quick pursuit… She had watched the Appaloosa for a few days now. He kicked about in his stall and reared when anyone would approach. His dappled coat, fair golden mane and his gleaming distinctly white sclera were striking in the morning sunlight. She was intrigued by the novelty of this newcomer that stood out from all the rest in the stable, so much so, that she would not be deterred from engaging with the fiery new character!
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