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Stuck in the rain    (No Comments »)

Friday, November 12th, 2010

By Amy

During a camping trip in Utah, I went on a day hike with my fellow campers and the goats who helped us pack our stuff into the campsite. We were hiking through canyons, walking through a little river and navigating our own path. I suddenly felt the wind, and it quickly started pouring. At first I put my hood up in an attempt to stay dry, but it was warm out and pouring so hard that I just let myself be showered with the warm rain. The goats ran under a rock ledge to find shelter, and we ran over to them to catch our breath. We were in danger of getting caught in a flood if we stayed there too long, which was pretty invigorating and exciting in itself. We each grabbed a goat and pushed their bony sides away from the ledge and back into the rain. We held onto little trees on the side of the stream to support ourselves when walking through it. The experience of being immersed in water while it’s pouring rain was a special tactile experience and forced me to be alert so I wouldn’t slip. We saw waterfalls forming spontaneously off the edge of the cliffs above, ending with thick streams of water within feet from us. We scrambled up the edge of the stream with cold, wet, dirty hands and ran back to our campsite, with the goats leading the way. As soon as we got there the rain stopped and the sun came out. I sat down and warmed my face, smiling.

Landscaping of a Spring    (No Comments »)

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Last year at the rainbow in Québec, Daniel and me did the landscaping of a spring that our friend Annie found at the bottom of the little mountain just by the swamp. The water was so fresh and delicious. We worked in harmony. All the rocks for the pools of the spring were there it was amazing. We did a path so every body can come with out getting wet. Working with alive water it made us go back to one’s roots and we had recharge our batteries.It was so wonderful, so inspiring. All the rocks found there place. We had water, really good water for all the rainbow. Everybody loved it.  To thank the spring we did an altar.It was an incredible experience it cleanse me. And even today when I’m down,I look at the picture. THANK YOU SPRING THANK YOU MOTHER EARTH .

Here is the Deep Water    (1 Comment »)

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

I have taken many camping and backpacking trips in my life. I love the feeling of pure exhaustion that comes at the end of a multi-day backpacking trip through breathtaking scenery.  The random friends it brings, the reflection and solitude it offers, the connection to nature that makes me feel so small again in such a big world.

There was nothing quite like my first experience taking my 24 kindergartners camping.  My level of exhaustion for such a short trip (a mere 30 hours) was staggering compared to week long solo backpacking trips. But my first experience camping with them, and helping them shape their social construction of camping as a crew will be forever memorable and meaningful.  The simplest tasks…how to care for zippers on tents, setting those tents up, hiking courtesies, how to stay hydrated, proved to be draining, exciting, and beautiful all at the same time.

One of my most memorable moments on this trip came after playing down in the lake, splashing around, swimming, pretending to be dolphins, building sand castles, and sand mermaids.  Back at camp, in warmer layers, the kids cozied against trees with their journals.  Without me even asking they gave themselves ample space. They knew this was solitude and reflection time and they seemed to know quietly listening to nature helps them do that best.  I peeked in on one of my little guy’s reflection pages.  It was a poem.  We had not even started our poetry unit yet. It said, “here is the deep water” and had an image of the crew playing in the lake.  The poem still sits above my desk as a reminder of how profound nature is for these kids and how imperative it is for me to continue giving them every opportunity possible to interact with nature.  That poem, along with countless pictures of this crew on snowshoeing trips, camping trips, climbing trips and hiking trips hangs on a wall with Emerson’s simple words, “in the woods is perpetual youth.”

Immersed in Water    (2 Comments »)

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

A few summers ago I was living on the island of Maui, in Hawaii.  While in Maui I went to numerous swimming holes—and played in and near many waterfalls.  At this particular spot, swimmers could “disappear” behind the waterfall, as there was a small cave behind it.  In order to enter the cave, it was necessary to become completely immersed in the waterfall, backing slowly into the cave until it provided shelter from water pounding down from above.  I closed my eyes tightly, and remember the unique vantage that being behind the falls allowed me as I squinted to open my eyes just a little so that I could see the falls from behind.  In what little light there was, I could tell that gravity was yanking splashes big and small from the steady stream.  What is perhaps most vivid for me was the moment in which I re-emerged from the cave through the thick veil of the falls—I remember wiping my hair out of my face and opening my eyes, exhilarated by the energy of such a powerful force of nature.

What was your body doing?

My body was crouching under a waterfall, backing slowly under it to duck into a cave, then re-emerging onto the ledge up to which I had climbed.

What senses were being used and how were you using them?

Touch: My sense of touch was engaged in feeling for firm footing on the slippery rocks where I crouched.  I remember vividly how strong the flow of the water was as it pounded my head, my neck, and my shoulders—it felt almost like a deep-tissue massage.  Also, I remember that the water was warm on my skin, not cold at all.

Sound: Submersion in rushing water is extremely loud, blocking out all other sounds of nearby nature.  While I was in the cave, the echo of rushing water was deafening.  When I re-emerged though, everything seemed so quiet.

Sight: I recall specifically that I had my eyes closed tightly and could not see anything while under the falls.  In the cave I could see just a little bit, as water splashing me in the face and a lack of light prevented a full visual experience.  When I re-emerged, the colors of the swimming hole—the deep greens of vegetation and moss-covered rocks—were extremely vivid.

Where did you nature interaction take place?

This nature interaction took place at a swimming hole and waterfall in Maui, Hawaii.

How often have you had this experience in your lifetime? (estimate as best as possible)

I would estimate that I have stood below twenty different waterfalls, but that most were neither flowing this intensely, nor involved a secret cave.

What feelings came up for you?

Exhiliration, excitement, happiness, twitterpation, joy.

Galapagos Sea Lions    (No Comments »)

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

In my initial moments in the wild waters with the wild sea lions of the Galapagos I felt a calm amazement. But then a fearfulness came crashing in on my calmness when a sea lion jumped out of the water from behind me and crashed into the water inches from my face. The peace was pierced with a novel keen awareness of the uncertainty I felt and the ability of this wild creature in its wild habitat. I could not read those big beautiful brown eyes. I could not twist and jump and dive like that mammal. I was afraid. But I was also enamored. I had told myself that the next time I found myself amongst the playful creatures that I wouldn’t let my fear get the best of me and I would attempt more of a reciprocal interaction  (being that my 1st experience was more one sided on the part of the sea lion). My next encounter occurred in the sandy bottom turquoise blue waters off Lobos island. Three sea lions approached us snorkelers. After a few moments I swam off from the group and began to dive to the bottom of the shallow waters. I would fill my lungs to capacity with cold air and kick my legs hard to get deep into the cold water. This caught the attention of one sea lion, who swam over my way. When it was close, I pulled my snorkel out of my mouth and blew bubbles. The sea lion swam up and once face-to-face did the same. For a short while we dove and twirled in the same waters, only inches from one another. I arched my body like the sea lion would. I would twirl at the surface, then the sea lion mimicked.