There was a greater stillness that came in the beginning of the day. Purnat said he was tired because he woke in the middle of the night to see the Moon and the Sun in an Eclipse. Bodhi came more sensitive and Aero was in his own world, easeful yet seperate.
Aero even said, by days end, that he was finished with wanting to have the Stuffed Owl. I do not recall him saying he wanted anything else other than that he was finished with the Owl and for reasons I am really not sure. He was quite easy going about it.
Purnat however was still very much into the large fuzzy Orangatang and Bodhi still into his Racoon.
Right after I sang them the sweet spring time songs and “Where is Thumbkin? where is Thumbkin? …… and we all waved our wonderful “Families(hands)” in came Amanda to let us know that Lenny’s Mom, from Wednesday class, just had her baby two hours ago!!!! We were all happy about this. Then, off we went.
When we got there they were content to go on the journey I had in store for them, making it to the bridge where the water was. They wanted to go because there was a possibility that we would find gold! So, off we went but, we needed to gather lot’s of charcoal. I don’t really know why but Purnat and Bodhi, in particular, wanted this and we gathered big clumps when we went by the old Controlled Burn sight. They all gathered, and gathered. As we walked there were two very nice older women walking behind us. Bodhi and Purnat at this time were having a great time kicking up dust. It was too much for these women so I shared with them that they could run up ahead and make the Dust babies there. Bodhi was discontent with this and his sensitivities that were very alive on this day jumped forward. He shared his sorrows and did not want to do anything other then what he wanted yet, in gentle time this subsided, we went off the main trail, the Older women were free from any dust and the children were free to make dust and equilibrium was found again.
At this place Bodhi remembered and found where he and Simone, from Wednesdays group, began making a road and he picked up where he left off. He and Purnat were VERY happy to be making a road. Aero however was not as drawn to that so he and I explored a spot a bit in the marshes a bit back further. We then went fishing under rocks and things in the water to see what we might discover.
The day was gentle and meandered into stories about how Yellow Jacket Sisters got their black stripes and how Fire was brought to the people. This story was instigated by the many flying and buzzing bugs around us that LOOKED like bees and wasps but in fact were only Look a Likes. While the children were eating Bodhi finished early and wanted to build where we were. Oh dear this would never do and Bodhi again, in his sensitive state of the day was so very displeased with that and NOTHING else would do. And, this place was just not right. Tears and sadness and madness but then, “Have you ever heard the story about the South going Zach and the North going Zach?” I asked. A hush came upon his voice and there Dr. Zeuss’ brilliance, my lack of remembering his entire tale and the storytelling Muses joined with me to create a story of conflict, disappointment and then, resolution. And then….off to play with ease and smiles, for all.
I asked if anyone had discovered the great house in the Redwoods and Aero went to check it out but, not before we had spent a nice amount of time observing the marvelous Robin Redbreasts that were feeding all around us and a very, very short version of how Robin Redbreast actually got that Red Breast! Then, they all went to explore this great Redwood climbing gym until we had to go.
When we finally packed up Bodhi REALLY wanted to take three very large sticks home but alas, we would have to ulitmately leave it there. This would never do for him so he tried and he tried and he tried and he tried and he cried and he cried and he cried as he worked at carrying those heavy sticks back and would take no help until, one by one and several tears later, he came to bit by bit resolutions of dropping first one big stick, then another big stick and then, the last one. His tears completely dried when he found resolution and we were all there waiting for him. The three of them took each other’s hands and walked the rest of the way back in one strong and happy line of beautiful little boys.
Who ever said being young is care free and gay?!( can you tell how old this saying is?) They really “work it” sometimes. Truly!