memories and ideas Today I will * Following a discussion of forest children ever promoted? * (Of course not! forest children vegetate in front of you there ... kopfschüttel * *) picked out Waldkigabilder.
small as the Hanna child at the time, nor was!
... and it has always been the biggest ....
I am the forest (educators, practitioners, parents, forest ...) unspeakably grateful that our child was permitted to enjoy a beautiful, carefree and loving time, and may be up today, a gladly seen attending child!
To this day, and hopefully by the end of time, does she love the woods and sucks everything into it!
This post had to be sometimes;)
.. and because I am just in a nice, melancholy mood, I have the following favorite quote for you:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And even though they are with you yet they belong not to you. Your
these companies is likely to give your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts. You may give
house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell
in the house of tomorrow, which you can not visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but will not try to make you like.
For life goes not backward; nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the hand of the shooter be directed to joy;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
(Khalil Gibran)
I wish you a relaxing Sunday!
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You can give your body a house, but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you can not visit - not even in your dreams. You can try to be like them, but search not, they do the same to you, for life goes not backward and does not dwell with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth ... Let the arc off on your hand mean joy.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself in They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You can give your body a house, but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you can not visit - not even in your dreams. You can try to be like them, but search not, they make you like Him, for life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth ... Let the arc off on your hand mean joy.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You can bring its body House type, but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you can not visit - not even in your dreams. You can try to be like them, but search not, they make you like Him, for life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth ... Let the arc off on your hand mean joy.
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