There's a poem by E.E. Cummings which describes perfectly how we feel when we get those moments so full of the joys of life that you want to burst into song, when we feel like swinging our arms into the open, skipping backwards for no particular reason or punching the air because everything feels just right. I think of it when the kids have immersed themselves into the landscape, by grappling, climbing, moving threw the elements like panthers.
There's no better playground for a kid than a climbing tree. It challenges their balance, strength, agility and courage. Of course there is always an element of fear if you are the parent. Will they fall down? Will they break an arm? Is it too high? But giving kids a longer leash is a skill us parents have lost somewhat. Even I struggle with it sometimes, then I remember: What am I thinking? When I was their age, I was leaping from brick wall to brick wall, in an adventure playground near my house, and climbing a big 20 metre high globe that had been half boarded up because it was deemed "unsafe". They'll be fine on a tree... Below the poem, and some pics of tree climbing excursions.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
E. E. Cummings
Top tip: Barefoot is often easier than with shoes on, as the soles of feet have a better grip on the bark.
Top quote: "What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?" E.M Forster, Howards End