As shadows fill my ev’rywhere,
I offer up this whispered prayer.
I’m grateful for this wondrous day,
Because, you know, I loved to play!
I twirled and laughed and stomped my feet,
And then I stopped to have a treat.
Air reminds me of music and songs. When I was a little girl, my grandmother would sing, “Kimberley’s a pretty-little-girl” to the tune of the meadowlarks. Only two generations ago in rural Utah and Idaho, when my grandparents were little, the children knew the birds and their birdsongs. They held meaning. Listen for the birdsongs….
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Why do we find nature so calming and soothing? Waves on the shore? Water babbling over stones? The wind billowing the curtain? An inchworm progressing slowly up a blade of grass? Here we find that Nature is our best teacher for de-stressing. Variation within sameness calms and soothes us. This applies especially to children. What…
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