I tried one of Lindseys Notice Things Walks last night. It was similar to one of my first attempts at meditation. Meaning, my kids didn't notice things that her kids did. There was no heart shape in a tree or noticing the way the light shines on a plant. They were like, "I notice the neighbors house, Mom." or "I notice the road is black." or I notice the bright orange paint where they marked the gas line. Or the big pile of black dirt. Or the litter on the road.
I kept trying to show them leaves or berries. I grabbed a plant with a beautiful red stem and attempted to show it to them, when my daughter yelled that I was holding poison oak.
I started to get upset because I had been looking forward to this walk all day. I was ready to give them a great experience and darnit, they better get it. When we decided just to enjoy the walk, a few things came out. Chloe noticed the funky smell of all the dirt dredged up in the neighbors woods. She said, "I didn't know dirt could smell gross."
I was still trying to make this meaningful, under the guise of simply enjoying the walk. It just wasn't working. Just like in meditation if you catch yourself thinking, you return to your breath, I caught myself trying to make it meaningful, so I attempted to let go of expectations and really tried to be in the moment.
When I am able to give up control of the outcome, wonderful things happen.
I noticed that the Marsh is already taller than them!
We caught fish,
had water fights,
made sand castles,
made grass whistle,
watched the sunset from the lifeguard stand,
and took some good pictures.
|You see a fish. I see little boy hands.|
|Chaucer still skipping rocks (left, on dock)|
It was wonderful!