How can one describe being surrounded by beautiful, wild children all day? We’re not entirely sure. So here’s a bunch of photos and some amblings of our first Permaculture kids holiday program. It’s supposed to be a permaculture school. Or something like that.
We’ve got to let you in on a little something, though. This holiday program, it’s more an excuse to reconnect to the source ourselves. And the kids show us how it’s done. They know the way to go. We have plans, and schedules. They, more often than not, tend not to have too much more than the moment…
Dig up worms, taste them. Add water to the already soaked puddle. Jump in. Squelch. Taste it…
Make sparks with a flint and steel. See what catches. What magic appears with this new tool? This new place? This new now that is happening?
We see ourselves as benevolent shepherds and guardians. Encouraging as much joyful movement as is safe, kind and now.
In a place where AI isn’t a thing, screens are an anomaly, and fire is king. This is where we meet our kids.
Surrounded in thrumming cicadas, burping frogs and froglets and the white noise of rain. A singed finger from entertaining a curiosity a little too closely. A fresh cut from a newly sharpened blade who’s learning is deeper than any words. And the remembrance of the day as skerricks of clay are picked from the hair, feel as good as a fizzy drink and way better than Peppa Pig.
Djaning 
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