The boys finished lunch late today, so we started the session with a meditative walk. Before we left the studio, I reminded the group about the intention for the walk and gave a challenge/assignment. I asked each student to compose a haiku during part of their quiet time. Some students did not know what a haiku is, so I explained this Japanese poetry style and gave some examples.
The group hiked to the beaver pond, then everyone spread out and found a place to sit and observe silently for a while. After hearing how the children enjoyed the silent observation last week, I allowed extra time for this at the end. In fact, everyone looked so serene, so blissful even sitting around the pond that I kept extending the time more and more.
I remember long stretches of time in my own childhood spent in nature or doing artwork…time that almost seemed to extend into infinity. Endless afternoons exploring the backwoods behind our house with neighbors, unaware of any agenda and forgetting hunger even. It is so unfortunate that many children in our fast-paced world don’t have the freedom to explore and relax in nature. These little forays are gifts for all of us, and hopefully if any of the students did not know how much they can enjoy simply being outside, they do now.
After we returned to the studio, everyone shared their haiku from memory. I was moved by the boys’ candidness. When I asked if I can record and post their poems on this time, the students agreed. Enjoy:
Haiku written by the students themselves:
It is a nice day
To be walking by the pond
There are no beavers ~M
Sitting near the pond
Listening to the crickets
Looking at the mountain ~Z
A big slient pond
Crickets chirping in the grass
Chirp sounds again ~C
We are at the pond
Looking at all the nature
And admiring it ~J
The heron swoops down
As I sit here to ponder
What he’s doing ~D
Looking at the trees
While sitting in the circle
Makes me think a lot ~C
See and hear every sound
It invades your restless mind
Slow down, spend some time ~R
Ducks rest on water,
Not hunting: the lake is still.
But crickets still sing ~My contribution