Playing in the garden on Lughnasadh. Half way from summer to autumn. An inbetween time As every time feels at the moment. Like being in a dream. Living a life that doesn't exist anymore. Fragile. Precious. Magical. And thus we take a deep breath And keep on keeping on.
We explored the life of soil in the woods near home. We dug a small sample of soil and talked about the multitudes of life that it contains And the life that it provides. We smelled it and handled it and rolled it into little clay-ey balls Then we took individual samples of soil. Everybody [...]
My five year old has decided that this year He wants his own plot in the garden. I am delighted at his enthusiasm And interest But also aware that our garden is small. The space is precious. I feel reluctant to give it up. Despite this sense of reluctance His plot has been selected. The [...]
On Friday I attended a conference at Band On The Wall in Manchester that was held to launch the new cultural strategy for the city. One of the speakers at this event was Jim Cassell who runs the Manchester City Football Academy. It was fascinating to hear him talk about the processes that they go [...]
Yesterday I was in an inner city primary school delivering a project called "Dreaming The Future". This project works with children to use creativity and play to decide what their ideal future would look like and then start to create an action plan to get things moving in that direction. As part of the session [...]
Liz Postlethwaite 