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Sunday 23 October 2011
We Remember, We Create
We Remember, We Create by Rusty Keeler How do we describe in words how a child feels when they dip their fingers in cool fresh water for the very first time ? Can we imagine ? How can we know the feeling of connecting with the earth in youthful delight and wonder ? Can we imagine ? Can we remember ? We are part of Nature and Nature is a part of us. We are connected to the planet in every way. And the world is alive. We are surrounded by its life. We are its life. Life swims, crawls, flies, stands, grows, dies. We must remember life's blessings. Green plants sparkle beside calm water. Raindrops splash. Sun shines brightly. As a child we form tiny, deep connections with the natural world. We bend down and notice, ants working in teams, life flowing through the veins of leaves, the pattern of the universe in the face of a sunflower. All children deserve friendship with the natural world. A garden, a flower, a small hill to climb. We can help. Joining together, we create our world. Joining together, we build our communities. We are Nature. Our children are Nature. Are our children in Nature ?
a book written by Rusty Keeler 'Natural Playscapes' www.planetearthplayscapes.com
Yes Dianne, this poem is really beautiful and thought provoking..."how a child feels when they dip their fingers in cool fresh water..." I've copied it for later use!!
Oohh, I love that! I love Rusty Keeler's work and was lucky to hear him speak when he was in Sydney. Very inspiring.
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Yes Dianne, this poem is really beautiful and thought provoking..."how a child feels when they dip their fingers in cool fresh water..." I've copied it for later use!!
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