Everyone copes with the sorrows of the world in different ways– for me, I choose to play in what I call “a glitter cyclone,” aka my Magic Treehouse camp.
This week we decorated umbrellas and had a New Orleans parade to jazz music after learning about Louis Armstrong;
sculpted leprechauns and fairies and found sea glass treasures in the trees;
Learned about ancient Egypt and mummies, wrapping each other up in toilet paper (ending class with a riotous to free-for-all-nothing sails through the air as gloriously as an unfurling roll of toilet paper);
Studied ninjas and practiced moving around the school in complete silence and invisibility with lots of gymnastics when passing doorways (confuses the grown-ups);
Made habitats for gorillas with special care for baby gorillas;
And lots of storytelling.
(One of their favorites was my story about the time I babysat a monkey for a week.)
And voila! It worked!
A week of mornings filled with the enchantment of laughter, dance, music, stories, and wide-eyed wonder worked it’s magic.
I am clothed in joy.
