Monday, October 22, 2007

reawakened and focused my passion for working with children last night.
sometimes i feel so alone in my approach to mentoring,
but i am reassured that my intentions are in fact what is being called for by the children themselves. how they need someone to recognize that they are a being of the universe-sent here by their own conscious love and will to arrive.

Contemplated how parents/educators/caregivers with the finest education in psychology/theory, in an effort to give the child the "perfect experience" free of damaging imput, tend to be those who overstep the cosmic role of parenting. Not allowing the children to experience life as a human, falling, touching a sharp object, crawling to the edge of the table, not going out in the cold, not eating this or that, not climbing high in the trees...when we take away the experience we are detaching them from the deep knowlegde of the body, how to feel for themselves the limits or limitlessness of their bodies.

hawaiian mothers will say to their children "swim out as far as you can, the ocean is your mother." Instilling a trust in the universe that is often repressed in children today.

I too find myself 'worried' at times that the children will get hurt, or such, and in doing so plant little seeds of fear in them...but I commit to remembering! To remember to let the ideas of what we "should" do or accomplish together fade into the feeling or heart drawn intuition of what seems most fulfilling, engaging and real at the moment.

So often I experience grabbing, pulling, clinging and such from the the children I work with. It was put in a beautiful way to me last night- these kids are trying desperately to hold onto ones who hold that space of clarity, connection and realness.

Cooked indian food with mira, miro, eskala and sidesh. which instigated things like dancing, and drinking and getting real.

real like taking consideration when another is speaking, or sharing only our finest words or getting to the root of our consciousness- by confessing where it is we forget to remember.

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