I can feel the joy and exuberance in the vibrant, springtime setting and in the creative activity with the evocative stones! Wonderful with much potential for environmental education with many connections. Congrats!
What a beautiful offering and brilliant curriculum, Cyndera. I would have loved to have been there with you all. I once wrote a "rock song' with my class during recess when I had my ukulele. So much fun. Stones have much magic.
I share the excitement as I read your letter. I am especially fond of the word « pareidolia ». I suppose it is this ability our ancestors used when they named the constellations in the sky. Stars, stones, woodlands, and clouds speak stories for us to uncover with the fresh minds of the young-ones. I will ask you to play and sing a poem with the ukulele next time I see you. I send you many blessings for your upcoming performance.
You're absoulutely (misspelling unintentional/intentional!) right. It's the same phenomena when we look at the stars. Miss you Marie-Anne and hope to see you soon. The cherries are ready to pick this weekend in Suisun!
I can feel the joy and exuberance in the vibrant, springtime setting and in the creative activity with the evocative stones! Wonderful with much potential for environmental education with many connections. Congrats!
Thanks Kate! It was great seeing so much natural beauty. We saw a fox chase down its pray while playing music under the moon!
Wow! that's a rare sight under the full moon!
What a beautiful offering and brilliant curriculum, Cyndera. I would have loved to have been there with you all. I once wrote a "rock song' with my class during recess when I had my ukulele. So much fun. Stones have much magic.
Awesome, I would love to hear it and to check out your podcast too!!
I’m over here doing my thing. 💜
I share the excitement as I read your letter. I am especially fond of the word « pareidolia ». I suppose it is this ability our ancestors used when they named the constellations in the sky. Stars, stones, woodlands, and clouds speak stories for us to uncover with the fresh minds of the young-ones. I will ask you to play and sing a poem with the ukulele next time I see you. I send you many blessings for your upcoming performance.
You're absoulutely (misspelling unintentional/intentional!) right. It's the same phenomena when we look at the stars. Miss you Marie-Anne and hope to see you soon. The cherries are ready to pick this weekend in Suisun!