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Spring Grow

In the spring when everything is busting out, it seems that my kids have spent the whole winter in horse manure and have chosen now to grow a requisite six inches. Whether sun or snow, the kids will grow.

Not only that, but my warm and cuddly lads have turned into miniature teenagers overnight. They are like little narcissi, small bright and full of ‘tude. Growth is one of those elements that we seem to measure from the time our babies are small, we worry about it, compare it, and all the time they seem to keep doing it – in the spring though we notice it because everything around us is growing and pushing forth. Our child’s spring grow is often accompanied with a testosterone surge, so as parents and caregivers what can we do to channel this glorious upsurge of spring’s energy as winter finally gives way, and the earth awakens?

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How to build a Maypole

hawthorn 2 We built a Maypole last year for our Family gathering in Thetford forest.  Much fun and hilarity was had, but a week or so later when I (Sam) went to unwind our ribbons and reclaim my staff she realised the power the children had raised into the staff and quickly took it outside to send their energy back into the Earth, and my garden, with a heartfelt blessing.

The building was quite simple.  My staff is just under 6 ft tall and quite straight so was perfect.  We got 4 different coloured ribbons, about 5m of each, and attached the middles of them to the top using hair bands.

During our ritual one of the Dads sat in the middle holding the staff upright and all the children, and most of the other grown-ups too, took a hand in dancing round the maypole.  We did do lots of weaving over and under our dance partners, but it was very clear that we would never be able to dance it unwound again.  Voices were raised clear and true and feet tripped out a merry jig under the trees in Thetford Forest.  Our intent was solid, even if our dancing was a little haphazard and prone to giggling.Maypole 2

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