At seven and the world before you, it is good to listen to what’s around. To stop and open your eyes and ears.
That’s what my seven-year-old daughter told me.
There she is, up there. She’s sat in the middle of the sandy lane in the forest behind our house on the coast. She’s sat Indian style looking at the forest and the blue sky and the sunshine streaming down through the pine trees and into her outstretched arms and open palms that rest on her legs. She gazes at it all and gently whispers, “Oommmm… oommmm…”
Then she looks up at me with a gentle face and says, “I like the way it feels when the wind blows through my hair.”
I think I might give it a try.