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Taking Flight

First day of my workshop with K-3 students was - well, exciting. Turned out we had twice as many students as expected, so it got quite chaotic. My friend A came as sort of my TA, which on the one hand was bizzare - I've never really had one before (!) - but I was so grateful to her - couldn't have done it without her available to run around the building with half the group while the other half was actually interested in doing the activity I had planned. During the rare moments of peace, when we were able to connect with students in small groups, it was beautiful. All our activities will centre on the book Frederick, which uses the story of a small mouse community to illustrate the importance of poetry and creative expression. Loved watching their captivated faces as we read! In the coming week, they'll be working with other college students to develop their own poems to share next Friday. Can't wait to see their creations.

I introduced a few yoga poses to them as well, and they were surprisingly receptive. They picked up the purpose of Balasana (Child's Pose) (or Mouse, as we were calling it for Frederick), right away - after a moment, they were telling me how well it relaxes your body and that it's a nice thing to do when you wake up in the morning. It was wonderful. One boy asked me if it was true that meditation makes you fly. We had the chance to talk a little bit about what a metaphor is, and then I showed them some poses that make me feel like I'm flying. In Salabhasana (Locust Pose) with arms forward, he smiled. "It does feel like I'm flying!"
Maybe next week we'll take flight in an Airplane.

What is your dream for your children?

I hope they sing and dance with abandon. I hope they believe that they can do whatever they put their minds to, and I hope they cultivate the determination to make that confidence reality. I hope they make mistakes and forgive themselves. I hope they read and read and read and read until their brains fill to the brim with words and unprecedented possibilities. I hope they seize every opportunity to explore. I hope they develop strong convictions and know how to defend themselves rationally if they are attacked. I hope they make healthy, informed choices and know how to take care of themselves. I hope they feel grounded. I hope they surround themselves with good friends who make them feel good about themselves. I hope they love unconditionally and unabashedly, and I hope they never doubt that they are loved just as much. I hope that when their hearts are inevitably broken, they know who to lean on and they learn how to heal. I hope they grow up intrigued by unfamiliarity instead of fearing it, and I hope they never stop searching for fresh perspectives from which to view the world. I hope they seek creativity and wisdom and embrace the unconventional. I hope they laugh often and know not to take themselves or others too seriously. I hope that as adults looking back on their childhoods, they smile.
I hope that my children will be happy.

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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

--Emily Dickinson