Monday, June 1, 2015

Nature Is My Friend - Day 4

Today we went to Aullwood Audubon Center and Farm. We learned about three different communities in nature, grass, forest, and wetlands. Also, we learned about the things inside each of them. The producers, things that make their own food, such as plants. The consumers, things that eat producers and other consumers, such as foxes. Finally, the decomposers, things that help dead consumers and producers get broken down, such as bacteria and fungi. My favorite thing that I saw at Aullwood was the horses, Mick and Red. I enjoyed witnessing their different personalities and interactions with humans.


Once we returned to school, we wrote a meditation script and the purpose was to take the reader somewhere, anywhere, and we had to use sensory details to create a good meditation script.

You are strolling through the forest, embracing nature from the scent of a delicate flower manipulated by the wind, to the sound of birds chirping, all with their own unique perfections. Your shoes sink into the mud but not very deep as you stride along the path. You continue to walk until you spot a stream. Excited, you take off your shoes and socks and slowly walk into the stream. You feel little fish swimming around your legs as you stand in the stream, letting the current of the water cool your legs.

You raise your arm and lift your head. The moonlight gently resting on your face. You reach for the stars. One little dot doesn’t look like much but you piece them together and you make a story out of them. You wiggle your toes and you dig further into the stream. You want to lay in the creek but you didn’t come prepared. You get out of the stream and pick up your shoes, a tiny spider crawling around the top. You watch, fascinated, as you let the spider roam around your shoe until you release onto the ground. You retrace your steps as you walk back. You listen to the birds and you smell the wind. Nature, a beautiful world where the journey never ends.

Mick (left); Red (right)

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