Leave some time aside
Leave some time aside for doing what looks like nothing. As my eleven-year-old eyes rested on maple trees far side of the hockey field outside the classroom, my insides were dancing the quiet. Kingdoms built, stone castles on moor’s edge We were fed fairy tales like dessert. The creatures I created all from what if Grownups are poor at what-iffing, no longer can feel garden’s gate, hiding just there in childhood’s shadow, calling Leave some time aside set your mind loose on the wind See where it puts you down Look around
I love watching children become so absorbed in, say making a snowball or watching a tiny ant carry a gigantic pine needle. Completely there. Just wondering. Being.