Tiny hands and feet stomping to the Shamans Beat

A few days ago we had the grandchildren stay over , its always a pleasure to have the young ones around. Nanny and Grandad are magical , making camps, telling stories and drumming. To see a spark in a child to just get up and stomp to the beat , singing their own songs and chants, shaking the rattle thats gives own healing to self. To see a 2 and 4 year old stomping their wellies on the dampened grass, breathing in natures essence and just being at one with the beat, but dont stop as they are on their own little journeys in time. in myself i see them as they grow into natures children, to have fun to feel free to expression and laughter that fills the air. The sound of children playing in a garden , without fear. In each of us adults is that inner child who has been this free but just forgotten how to do so in the madness of life.

Poem: Take time by Kevin Richardson

Take your time to stop and stare,

look at the trees the flowers and the bees.

Take time to greet the trees as each one is a spiritual being standing in time ,

what have they seen in their lifetime.

If we did not map the passage of time ,

we could live , have fun and have time to decide.

In each one of us is a child spirit so pure ,

take away the stress and our hearts would endure.

Go hug a tree and stare at the stars,

lets be one with our surroundings dont just adore from a far.

The message is clear, get out in the air

experience nature ,and be who you really are:

A , tree hugging, flower sniffing, bee watching, dirt digging, water playing, grass rolling, welly dancing, hill rolling, stone skimming, sea swimming, story listening camp making "SPIRIT CHILD".

#drumming