Drying Wings
Emerging from the bed of death – clinging to the hull of the past,
Waiting for the sun to warm the future
Loved ones, beyond the veil, lift us out of the earthly
Beckoning us to become what hides inside
The children agree,
“Our bodies die but our spirit never dies.”
Truth,
As true as the sun drying our wings
Today was an amazing day! Thank you to all of the painting helpers, nature walkers and gifts of apples. You all make this such a special little school!
We are trying to tighten up our transition times but yet still give the children a bit of responsibility and ownership in that moment. In this direction, I would like to ask you to bring a small ceramic, tin, not plastic cup for your child to use (and live) at school. Thank you.
Here is a link to an interesting article about a new study that has come out about kindergarten aged children. http://www.hepg.org/hel/article/479
There will be no school Nov. 22-25, 2010
Ciao for now!
Kim
