when we come down the stairs we see a magical scene
full of sculptures before us
and we cannot stop running to the sculptures
that are all around us
we find out the difference between the meaning of
‘static’ – still
‘kinetic’ – moving
(our group leans heavily on the kinetic side)
and at last we sit to hear the story of this one
trying to be static.
“what sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul. “
today, mr. roger, our snowplow driver
came back to our room
and brought some of his favorite birds to meet us
these two are chickens named marco polo and maranella
and they are married.
his granddaughter has a chicken for a pet and reads with it
and he really loves birds
even more than snowplowing.
mr. roger even showed us some of maranella’s treasures – her eggs
and we had the chance to gently touch everything and ask all kinds of questions.
it was amazing because he knew all of the answers.
he sure knows a lot about a lot.
“if I hadn’t started painting, i would have raised chickens.”
were we looking at the frog or was the frog looking at us?
“it’s useful to go out of this world and see it from the perspective of another one.”
today we met the farmers
they got down low
told us everything
they showed us how to plant our own food
so that we could eat it later
they answered all of our questions
and told us
how the food would taste better
because we know the farmers now.
“know you food, know your farmers, and know your kitchen.”
one of my kinders
made me this bracelet
and said it would
give me power.
“the power of imagination makes us infinite.”
no students today
teachers get together to talk and play
to see how it feels for our kids
as we encourage them to experiment
to play with the process
rather than make a project
for the pure joy of creation
we try out materials
with no expected outcome
just for the chance to see what will happen
when we are finished
we share what we’ve made with each other
and as it happens
each one is a beauty in its own way.
“colours are brighter when the mind is open.”
gnosiophobia is the fear of knowledge.
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