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Homeschooling Program ~ Children Ages 5-9 ~ Girls Ages 10-13 ~ Spring Performance 2009, Know Thyself
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Know Thyself ~ Adolescents
In 1995, I graduated my class of 8 years at Shining Mountain Waldorf School. The theme I chose for the graduation address was “To the degree that you can imagine you can become”. This belief still holds true for me today.
I often wonder why we tend to focus upon what’s wrong, what needs repair, what needs to change, instead of focusing upon the wonder and magic of who we are becoming. One antidote to negative imagining and an opportunity for beginning to penetrate the dimensions of one’s self is a 6 week creative writing project I facilitated with 5 adolescent girls ages 12 - 15 called ‘If I were’: - If I were a chair...., If I were a tree...., If I were a gemstone...., If I were a flavor what would I be....., etc. ![]() Each week the girls shared their writings and the room was alive with how they imagined themselves to be: we all listened and gave reflections: “that feels just right,” or “that doesn’t feel like you to me at all - you feel more like a sunflower to me”. Finally I asked them to synthesize and extract what best fit their picture of ‘who they are’, right now, and asked for an ‘I Am’ writing - Besides being an engaging writing project that the girls looked forward to each week, in the end, they knew themselves a little better, and they knew more about how others experienced them. Here is one of their ‘I am’ poems.
I am a spark of the great being. I am roots burying themselves in the scent of hope. Warm heady whispers echoing in the heart, and the taste of bittersweet rain. I am the scent of ancient earth, clutched by a baby’s hand. Cool fingers grasping at the reflection of a bittersweet soul, and the tangy goodness of the earth. I am the noise of vibrant darkness, coursing through my veins. Flowers blooming in the amber light of courage, and a goddess of the golden moon. I am a butterfly wing brushing against the thick scent of stillness, and impressions stained on the forgotten remembrances of life. I am all these things. I am.
~Whitney Wogen
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