It was barely two and a half hours that I spent with
Uni-Kids last night but I came back refreshed in spirit, though tired. Uni-Kids is an annual adventure holiday for
children largely from the south of UK, arranged and run by Unitarians. This year, like last, the holiday is taking
place centred on Burley Youth Hostel in the New Forest. As this is only six miles from Ringwood, the
opportunity to go and meet everyone and take part in a few activities was too
good to pass up. I’m not much good at
children’s ages, but I would say that there wasn’t anyone over 13 in the group
of ten children.
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| Burley Youth Hostel, New Forest, 28 July 2015 |
I turned up after dinner at the end of their first full day
and heard tales of beach art and canoeing, blisters and getting wet. Plans for the lido and a fusty museum
tomorrow. I was assigned to the Jumping
Jellyfish team for the last two rounds of the evening quiz, which balanced
things out a bit as several other teams also included an adult. A hard fought competition ended in a four way
tie-break; victory was underplayed by the children and the disappointment of
the losers very slight. All low key
stuff.
Next we wrapped up warm, ready for a dusk walk in the Forest,
and before we set out we played the old “Post It note on the forehead”
game. We each had an identity assigned
through a picture of a Forest animal and by asking other people questions we
had to work out what our animal was – or perhaps, who we were. Funnily enough, I
had seen this game often enough but had never before been a player. I quickly found how hard it could be to think
of fruitful questions to ask about “myself” out of the blue, and how much
easier it became once I learnt to look at other “animals” and ask questions
about “myself” through reference to other
animals’ characteristics (am I stripey? – I asked the “badger”). Hmm. Serious
learning point for me there, I think.
Can I easily learn about myself in isolation?
A shortish walk in the deepening dusk led us to a clearing
where two mature oaks and two beech trees had been felled by some winter storm
or other. The Moon is about three
quarters now and she was a beautiful sight above the tree line. We carried out an exercise in mindfulness,
paying full attention to all the noises we could hear. For me, and for another as it turned out, it
was a bit of a struggle to welcome the raucous throb of the tuned-pipe Harley
Davidson motorbikes asserting themselves rather unnecessarily as they passed quite
close by. Much easier to welcome the
alarm calls of the blackbirds and robins settling down for the night. We didn’t hear any of the badgers, deer,
sheep, donkeys, hedgehogs, squirrels etc that we had been earlier on, but we
were able (after completing the mindfulness practice) to catch sight of a small
bat.
When we got back to the Youth Hostel we had a reflective
session over hot chocolate and biscuits, where we were each invited to say how
we were feeling and name it in animal form, how that had changed since
yesterday, what we had most enjoyed today and what we were looking forward to
the next day. And what would be tomorrow’s
biggest challenge.
I felt like a heron or an ibis, poised, concentrating,
watching, learning, picking out nuggets of food. For I don’t have children of my own and I could
recognise the skill it takes to make a learning programme seem like a holiday,
or a holiday seem like a learning programme, without slip, without forcing,
without pressure, without winners and losers.
I salute all those who carry out work like this to build the health and
wholeness of the next generation.
For wholeness was what they were learning. Working in groups and sharing the tasks and
the responsibilities. Walking quietly
with intent, learning to listen.
Practical techniques for de-stressing and reconnection with the body. Connection with the Earth. Use of metaphor as a powerful tool of thought. Listening to each other and self-awareness
and self-examination. A habit of active
reflection and closure at the end of the day.
No wonder I felt refreshed as I drove home across the New Forest.
