Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Color of Dreams

Welcome to the June Carnival of Natural Parenting: Outdoor fun
This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month our participants have shared their stories and tips for playing outside with kids. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.
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Where there are flowers, there are faeries.  Just a few steps into the garden, my son and I slip away into another world where nothing is at it seems.  We drink in lustrous streams of color, alluring scents, bees humming, shapes and textures and tastes, waves of energy, healing sun, and the secrets and wisdom known to those who sit with plants, touch them, taste them, listen to their words tracing our ears like a warm breeze.  The garden is a womb for conception and growth--it is life itself--and into this space I bring Sasha, so that he too can experience the magic of the green world.  

He makes his way one foot in front of the other-- a tip toe, a slip slide, a bare foot print in the dirt-- with the caress of the soil, warm and damp on his skin.  He crawls through the gardens on hands and knees while the dogs follow close behind or lead him further than he has gone before. He sees this world close up and down low and because of this, he knows that he breathes the same air as the creatures around him.  Or he will. This is my hope, my dream.

Damselflies are faeries in disguise," I tell him this morning when one lands on his arm.  A month ago, he would have jerked his arm away instantly. Today his face reveals curiosity, acceptance, enchantment at this creature with long luminous wings, and he remains very still, waiting to see what will happen.  I don't know what he is aware of at this young age, how much he perceives, but still I set the stage for the time when we not only point to what is visible and known, but for the moments when we search for what cannot be seen but that we believe to exist.

Before this busy year, my garden was something to behold; now there is much work to do, and yet still it thrives like a child's imagination, like my child who joins me as I work an empty or overgrown space for a few minutes at a time instead of whole days.  Once it was a hypnotic and backbreaking process, now it is a domain of discovery for him, of rediscovery for me.  Some visits we are side by side; others I move through the plants tending to them and he observes with patience or follows where his own instincts guide him.  Today as we weave moments together, we lay our tracks on our land.    

"Faeries allow us what they wish us to see," I say as ribbons of purple bloom blow in the wind.  "There is a faery for each flower."  Sasha leans in and touches the beautiful, delicate foliage, then runs his fingers along the masses of tiny flowers.  A month ago, he did not like the feeling of plants against his bare skin anymore than he could tolerate the grass against his feet.  Now he runs naked and free without hesitation like a flash of light-- or a faery-- reminding me of everything that is to come.

And there is so much ahead of us with Sasha just 15 months old.  There are stories to tell and so much to learn about even this particular flower that he holds in his hand. "A flower," I tell him, then "salvia" even though I'm not sure if he yet recognizes the word flower.  Someday I hope he will understand the plants' parts and processes, say their names like his own.  I hope he will know the plants intimately, their desires and needs, personalities and souls. Someday I hope he will witness a sparkle of pixie dust, a small sound, a whisper or giggle or sigh and know that he is in the presence of something magical and that he will leave out small treasures that will bring worlds together.  



Green you say green, the color of dreams.  



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5 comments:

Lauren @ Hobo Mama said...

This is such a lyrical, magical post. You really set a mood of the wonder and imagination that we wrap ourselves in in childhood but sometimes lose. I love that you're taking the time to reconnect with the miraculous and mysterious and bring your son into that world of creativity with you.

Dionna @ Code Name: Mama said...

Beautiful post. And really, I like the practical suggestion of creating a fairytale world in order to help our little ones love nature. Kieran, too, jerks away from insects - I've been trying to figure out a way to help him become comfortable with them. I think I'm going to try to create our own magical world, thank you for the wonderful idea!

Joni Rae said...

Ohh. This is a magical, beautiful post! Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

<3

the grumbles said...

what a lovely picture you paint!

with our lives more and more pulled away from nature i think introducing our children to the natural world earlier can (hopefully) help ground them in a respect for the life around us.

exploration, ho!

TLC Loves Me said...

I love this post. And to think, you wrote it in a matter of minutes with only the first sentence as a last-minute inspiration. You are a beautiful writer!