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Why Nature Connection? Part 1

1/20/2015

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They had sized each other up in that more-or-less anxious way that kids do. By the end of the first game, slipping and tumbling and chasing each other, each had mapped the lay of the land, the constellation of kids and leaders. There were bold ones, goofy ones, ones who danced contentedly around the periphery, and one or two who were unsure: self-conscious, almost nervously observant of the others.

It was a mild and humid winter day, the snow just a few inches deep and pleasingly soft. We wrapped up our game, the group already rosy-cheeked and impressively bedraggled. Just a few minutes after hoisting backpacks and stepping onto the forest path, a coyote trail tempted us from the trail and into the thickets.
There is a curious psychological tug to trailing animals. It pulls us forward on the trail until the tracks disappear, night falls, or something jolts the tracker from the spell. Sometimes that something is a momentous encounter with nature___and sometimes it is the rude thwack and intense sting of a whippy cedar branchlet to the face. In this story, it was the latter. We all awoke from the coyote's spell to find ourselves marooned in the inscrutable depths of the densest, whippiest, stubbornest cedar thicket on the east bank of the Otonabee. Snowshoe hare tracks crisscrossed the ground. The trickster coyote trail wound effortlessly through impossibly small gaps. We were soon forced to hands and knees. Like Alice in Wonderland peering through the tiny door, we could see the spacious, branching byways of the critters but were too darn big to move. At a time like that, you can't just turn back. The hope that the way forward will be easier than what came before drags you onward. So the group fought its way through, zigzagging desperately, until at last we emerged, gasping, on the far side of the thicket, and on the edge of a huge wetland.

There was passionate debate over snacks about how, and more importantly where, to proceed. When asked to point in the direction of the path the answers spanned the compass. No one was sure which direction we had come from -- their sense of space and place had been lost in the rabbit maze of the thicket. Most of the kids, secure now in their comradeship after the trials of the morning, weighed to the debate in with gusto. Our choices were as follows: to venture into the unmapped wetland, where we would
win glory and satisfaction from our exploration of the fascinating wetland ecosystem, though assuredly all suffer ice-cold soakers. This was not a popular prospect, though it was gaining support over the other option of returning the way we had come through the grasping thicket to endure many heinous whippy-branches-to-the-face. The group had just about come down on the side of braving the soakers, when a hitherto silent voice piped up.

"I can take us back exactly to where we left the path! I promise! Let me lead you through the cedars!" This little person had been, to my eye at least, a kid unsure of where or how to place himself into the order of things. In a group of diverse ages and interests, he was the youngest, quite bright, and precociously self-conscious. A kid who is utterly voiceless until he feels comfortable, when he suddenly flowers lavishly into nonstop chatter. Let's call him Felix.

The group eyes him doubtfully. I eye them, alert and sensitive to the risk being taken by this young fella.

"I swear! I know I can get us back to the trail! It'll be easy this time! I promise!"

Silence.

Everyone exchanges uncertain glances. The decision is teetering on a knife's edge, when the oldest kid fixes Felix with a serious gaze, and administers a gesture of gorgeous generosity. "Ok -- I'll follow you. Lead me back to the path." The rest of the group acquiesces in his wake. Backpacks are zipped, tuques yanked over ears. Felix, steely-eyed and visibly quivering with the gravity of his task, sniffs the wind and sets off. We follow, with only a small amount of preemptive family-friendly thicket cursing. Minutes later, we are standing on the main path only a stone's throw from where the coyote trail first drew us into the thickets. The cheers and rejoicing are loud. Felix is glowing, his chest thrown out, as if his accomplishment is ballooning up, larger and larger, inside his body.

There is something essential about time outdoors that facilitates moments like these. There is so much constructive, character-forming experience packed into the hour or so that this story spans__the absorption and wonder of trailing wild animals, and the new perspectives that accompany the revelation of seeing how and where animals live; the resilience to endure discomfort; the cooperative collaborative problem-solving; the weight and exhilaration of deciding among themselves the course we would take; the opportunity to take a risk; to extend themselves in generosity; the opportunity to save the day.

Every day we are in the woods with youngsters, the thickets, forests, swamps, and meadows act as thresholds that transport kids away from the ordinary parameters of their lives, to a place laden with possibility, choice, and challenge. In this wild place, of friends and trees and winds and porcupines, we see the best in every child rise to meet the challenges.

5 Comments
Susan Riley
1/20/2015 08:51:06 am

I feel as if I was there. I would have been the apprehensive kid, eyeing the dwindling snack stash and worrying. So glad it all turned out well!

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Faith Bigras
1/20/2015 07:24:31 pm

Thank you for nurturing the children by cherishing our beautiful earth and all of nature with so many transformational adventures.

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Laurie
1/22/2015 01:03:19 am

What a read! Brilliant. I loved this! Really captured the essence and emotion, I could feel it! Lovely.

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Isabel link
3/2/2015 07:30:29 am

Wow! What an incredible adventure! What an incredible gift you are to each other, you as mentor learning from the kids and the kids learning from you, each other, themselves, as they meet themselves in new, foreign, uncomfortable environments that then become not only familiar, but where they are at home. We do all belong to each other.

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Fiona
12/12/2016 07:30:15 am

I don't like whippy branches but I would follow you anywhere, lol :) I can also see you describing my small child, feel it in my heart, and that's why I love your offering of teaching, learning and acceptance from everyone in these groups. Thank you for your wonderful words, it makes my heart swell ❤

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