03/26/2023
Today, making art was essential;
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I began mixing soil with water, preparing a home for tiny seeds patiently waiting on my kitchen table. Squeezing and churning, a fond memory soaked in;
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A playground in spring last April; a child, who in the classroom despised anything academic related; troubles at home and at recess; his day-to-day, bursting with anger; but on this playground, he found dirt.
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While the other kids ran, swung, slid down slides, there he was elbows deep making mud. He squished and scrubbed velvety soil all over his forearms, took off his shoes and walked around. To my surprise, a gigantic smile smeared across his face. I’d never seen him so happy unless a paint brush was in his hand;
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That’s the beauty of sensory play; it slows down our fear responders and helps us break away to a creative and calming space.
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