I recently took a trip down memory lane and visited the village where I spent my childhood. I keep forgetting that this precious and idyllic time is the main reason I practice the way I do today. 70's childhood was a different ball game then, we were allowed to 'play' out in the landscape and interact with the environment around us. We were left to explore our surroundings and experience the joy and traumas that it presented. I was lucky enough to 'make' and play with the materials that were all around us. Building dens, playing in streams and rivers, building dams, hunting for birds nests, exploring trees, just being, and experiencing the potential of natural materials, stone, wood, grass, hay, water was a pure joy! From or successes and failures we were able to learn from these materials. The physicality and tactility of these materials still resonates with me today I can still feel the rough uneven river bed while swimming in this river and the slippery moss under my feet while running over this waterfall. Dangerous????......hell no I'm still here to tell the tale and there wasn't an adult in sight!!!
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