Here is a snapshot of how we’ve worked and played since being temporarily exiled from the woodland.
The ‘giant nest’ introduced a new sort of den, and a sneaky way of supporting weaving skills and learning about fences. Hopefully, it also fulfilled its main purpose of engaging the children’s imaginations.
The feathers and eggs on birch twigs are a seasonal tradition in many countries, as is the wreath signalling the arrival of spring or summer.
Here is a poem, riddle or praise-song, which Class 3 were offered last week :
Can y Gwynt
unriddle me this, if you can
I was before God’s flood
without flesh or vein or bone
headless, footlessly I stride
nothing’s child, never born
when my breath stills, I am not dead
no older now, nor ever young
I have no need of beast or man
handless I touch a whole field
Time’s partner, Youth’s partaker
wide as the wide earth is wide
unequalled, masterless, never prisoner
landless, invisible and blind
solitary and brash of manner
gentle, murderous, and without sin
I am no repairer of disorder
I am wet and dry and weak and strong
what am I? that the cold moon fosters
and the ardour of the sun.
Taliessin (Tal-yessin) was the 6th century poet at the court of King Urien (eerien), in the kingdom called Rheged, The capital was the town now known as Carlisle.
From The Craneskin Bag (1989), Celtic stories & poems collected & told by Robin Williamson.
The spikes and flowers forming the bracelet were gathered onto double-sided tape, later forming a window decoration when snipped off the wrist.
Currently each class has a focus on a ‘useless, nuisance of a plant’ such as nettles, brambles, dandelions, sticky weed or cleavers (extremely nutritious). We started by making cleaver water.
Mandalas can be done anywhere and give a calm sense of focus on place.
Leaf-rubbing has evolved into mask-making as the Green Man and the Green Woman are remembered as part of the celebration of spring.
Class Two have been exploring sounds of waterfalls, and had a rainstick- making project last week.