Monday 31 March 2014

A day at Boldon Outdoor Nursery

Boldon Nursery is an outdoor learning centre. The children play in their outdoor garden all day. There is a sheltered indoor space for lunch and a cosy open cabin for solitude and hot chocolate. There is also a studio that is indoors for children to make and create. Hopefully I'll be able to add photos once I get my camera to talk to my iPad. Dave at the centre assures me he can make this a possibility. 




So, my day. . .

I arrived today at Boldon nursery to be greeted with a hug. Sue and I are old friends now that we've shared a meal and a hot tub. When we entered the indoor space I could see small groups of children with educators preparing to go outdoors. It's quite a process to put on waterproofs, wellies and a warm jacket as well as beanies and gloves. As this was going on I was walked through the area and was shown the learning spaces. These are set up invitingly as workspaces, but I'll focus more on that next time I'm here, which will be on Thursday. Today I want to talk to you about the outdoors and about the leadership. Leadership here is owned by everyone, children, educators, parents, as you will see as you read on.

OUTDOORS
Donning a warm coat I stepped out into the misty and chilly air. I was taken on a tour, first by Sue, then by Sam, one of the educators. I was shown the mud slide and the sand pit complete with a replica of a local light house. There was a mud kitchen too. Going into the allotment, which is a space especially set aside for growing produce I could see a neat placement of veggie and herb gardens and a chicken coop. With pride Sue told me of its development, as parents raised the funds completely to provide the garden beds, a toolshed and a chicken coop. I watched in fascination as chooks walked amongst the small group digging in the soil. They were looking for worms. Now I like worms, I think they are lovely and I often rescue them when rainy weather brings them to the surface and they are at risk of drying out on paths. I watched the children digging along with the chooks and then offering up their find. I was sad to see the worms getting gobbled up with great enthusiasm (by the chooks not the children) and told myself to deal with it. It's the cycle of life, and the children obviously found great delight in the process and the chooks in the product. 

As it started to rain I came inside to get a waterproof jacket and then I was handed over to Sam. Now I've come across a lot of enthusiasm on this trip and enormous amounts of passion in every educator I've met, but Sam takes the cake. In the light rain her face lit up and her whole body moved as she expressed the delight she had in her job. Everything about Sam oozed pure enthusiasm and a belief that these children had the best that early education had to offer. She came here by accident, as a prac student a number of years  ago and only as a means to getting into pediatrics. She of course never left and now can't imagine doing anything else. So I listened with great interest as she talked about her work and the philosophy behind it. Having never worked in a regular 'nursery' (their name for a preschool), I think that if she had to do so she would fade away. This place offers such vibrant opportunities for staff to learn, to grow with the children, to be partners in their learning and to fully engage in relationship with children, parents and each other. As she took me around, each play space had a story, a particular enchantment for children and another way for children to learn. We came across a large 'lying down tree', a willow tunnel, a hide and a den. I asked her about what happens when children go from this place to the more formal expectations of school and her answer was pure gold. I recorded it and will share it with you another day. 

LEADERSHIP
I've been inspired by Sue and her vision for providing the best education possible for all children. Many of the children here come from disadvantaged backgrounds and this nursery is a place for all children to gain education and care of the highest quality. I'm very interested in how leaders enable change and empower people to grow and develop professionally. If you asked her how she did it she would tell you that she provides training and support, but mostly I think it's because she is often on the floor, mentoring, modeling and coaching. She has conversations with each educator regularly and these conversations are about reflecting. 

As I write this she's busily preparing for three days of presentations but has time for me when I ask her the question, "What is it about your leadership style that has brought this about?" I'm anxious to get her thoughts and processes about leadership reflective of her, not me. 

As is her habit she answers with great humility and eloquence

"Well it has to be right for them (the staff) doesn't it, but mostly it's about the children. The children need to be at the centre so I make sure that everyone is looking at things from the child's point of view, to see what it's like for the children"

"So what was it that started you on this journey? Where did you initially get your vision?"

She smiles a bit dreamily and says "I have always been able to see the potential of the early years and I knew where I wanted to be. It came from my own childhood. Those skills and memories will never go away. Being young, making dens, concocting perfumes. Being out until dark and then being in a warm and loving home with bath time, meal time, story time, and finally bedtime. I'm passionate about children making memories that will stay with them and that's what I aspire to here. When I went to Reggio, to Auchlone, it just cemented this belief. It's always been there and I've built on it and learned about it from there."

"Did you have to make many changes to get it to here?" I ask

"Well yes but I think the most significant change is that we are more reflective and that enabled the changes. It's developed over time. I remember a time when things were done because that's the way they were done. Things were provided for children because we believed that that was what made a good nursery program, but now, through reflection, we never really know what we are doing. We are constantly tweaking things to make them better, or we get rid of them altogether. We found we couldn't do both. We tried that and it nearly destroyed us. We had to get rid of some things to make way for a new way."

I comment, "It takes courage to let go of the control we often hold onto. Being in control makes us feel safe, we can anticipate what to expect, we can feel secure within the structure. I think that if we can just let go, even a little, we give ourself space to be flexible and the structures become less  and less important"

"Yes" she replies. "It takes a huge leap of faith. You have to let go. You can't keep doing what you've always done as well as this," and she waves a hand towards the outdoor garden. "For example, for a long time we kept doing the regular nursery things indoors, like blocks and puzzles and home corner. It took a while to realise that it wasn't working, it wasn't in harmony with what we had created for the children outdoors. We had to let it go, give it up, and now our indoor space is simply an extension of the outdoors. A place to prepare or to reflect."

"Did you have to give up things that you really liked"

"You can ask the team that. No, I don't think so. We gave up what we didn't need. The things we liked like the art studio, we held onto. We work hard at allowing the children to lead the learning. It's never about us it's about them."

"I can see that the team here is very engaged, very happy. They seem to find great rewards in their work" I notice.

"The well being of the educators is very strong. They have opportunities for professional learning, they enjoy good relationships with parents and each other,  and they are able to enjoy just 'being'"

I understand what she means. The educators can be seen within small huddles of children, completely in the zone, at one with the group, learning alongside and modeling, reflecting all the wonderment that each experience has to offer. 

STAFF REFLECTION TIME
As the day was drawing to a close the children got all cleaned up (some needed showers). Once they had been collected the staff tidied and prepared for the next day. Each day they sit for a reflection time from 3:15-4:00 and I was invited to observe this. It proved to reinforce what I had gathered from talking to Sue about her leadership. They were able to affirm each other, to question and to challenge. There was a great sense of trust and respect within the group. The process was just as purposeful and meaningful and authentic as all the other learning that had gone on there today. 

They questioned each other, made suggestions, considered what was significant for certain children and considered where to next. The conversation flowed, there was no one leader. There was genuine interest in the insights each had to offer. I commented on the ease with which they reflected together. 

"We've had to develop this. We have learnt to challenge each other and push each other out of our comfort zones."

"And what sorts of changes have you made to your planning?"

"We used to plan things more in advance but now we are a lot more flexible. We do a lot of in the moment planning, responding to where children are taking it."

"It takes a massive amount of trust with the team, this responsiveness to children and each other. We recognise that whatever each staff member is doing, it's intentional and we are aware of each other's movements. There has to be an understanding of where people are needed and nothing is set in stone. It takes flexibility, understanding, communication and trust." 

"Being flexible is important, and knowing that you'll learn the most when things don't work."

"We have moved in such a way that we've been able to do things when they seemed right. We are walking into the unknown all the time and even though we know it's the right thing to do, it takes commitment and it's scary. Letting go of that element of control is frightening. It's good and it's pushing you further all the time. The adults not being in control is harder. For example, facilitating the children all talking the way you do around a dinner table. It can look quite chaotic but it's about the adult letting go. Through all the chatter the children bounce off each other and everyone is equal. If they have something to tell you they need to tell you. They won't be able to listen to anything else until they've been heard so it's important to acknowledge them and listen."

"And it's not about us knowing things. The children come up with amazing ideas and theories. They might be wrong but if that's their theory, they can run with that. They work it out themselves and they'll remember it and know it. This type of learning is contextual, real, authentic. The children here rarely ask why. They are too confident in making their own theories, testing them, or being supported to research them. This gives them the experience of finding the answer, of being resourceful, of making connections. I don't want to be their teacher, I want to learn along with them."

Phew. I've been writing for a few hours now and I could go on with so much more, but you're probably tired of me rambling on as is my want. I didn't even get to tell you about the children on the mud slide but perhaps the photos will tell that story. 




It's been an awesome day. I can't thank Sue and her staff, the parents and the children enough for all I've learned from them today, for making me so welcome and for sharing, always sharing. They have this wonderful belief that learning is for all children everywhere and this is their contribution to our children in the Western suburbs of Sydney, freely given. Tell me what you think, tell them what you think. I'd love to hear from you. 

Sunday 30 March 2014

Dinner, conversation and a hot tub

I spent the day yesterday (Saturday) driving from Crieff to Tyne in the North of England. I travelled over gorgeous countryside, all green fields and ancient cottages, sheep and cows. The traditional English countryside that many of us are familiar with from childhood scenes of farms in picture books. The world of Peter Rabbit. 

I have a strange problem where a drive renders me sleepy, especially if I'm behind the wheel, so I had to take lots of breaks and catch a kip every now and again. The four hour journey took over six hours, but I had something to look forward to when I got here. Sue Stokoe, the head teacher of Boldon Nursery School had invited me to her house for dinner. She was concerned that I might be lonely. I am sometimes lonely but there's lots to keep me connected to my friends, family, colleagues and various acquaintances while I'm here through technology. This blog is one way and I get very excited when I see a new comment, it connects me to the people I know and has introduced me to new people too, who have an interest, not so much in me but in what I'm exploring. A shared interest in this concept. However, it can't compare to real conversation over good food and a drop of wine. 

Anyway, a meal with Sue and her husband was something to definitely look forward to, and then she asked if I'd brought swimmers to this cold place. I replied that I never went anywhere with out them, so she said we'd jump in the hot tub after dinner. Woo hoo! I love hot tubs! 

I arrived at Sue's by 7pm, after being on the road since 12pm. I was tired but that didn't matter. As soon as I met her I knew I'd discovered a kindred spirit. To invite a complete stranger into her home was an extraordinary thing to me and something I often think of doing but haven't the confidence to see through. I was introduced to her family, her husband Keith and sister Julie and we began the evening with a glass of red wine. Sue cooked her very first vegetarian meal especially for me and it was delicious. I was provided with a fluffy robe and slippers and we all spent a good few hours simmering in the tub before attacking a delicious raspberry pavlova. What a night! 

Julie, Sue's sister had also joined us and the conversation, of course, was mostly about our work and our aspirations for children, communities and families. Keith and Julie had lots to offer on their perspectives of what is right for children. The transition from a nature kinder to school is a topic that has come up quite regularly this past week, and I was very interested in Sue's response to my question "What happens when they get to school". I wished I had recorded what she said, I'd write it in stone or put in a book of quotes, or make it into a poster. I got goose bumps hearing her say the very words I aspire to. I'll try to get it down here now, but be aware it's a poor translation and I was at least two glasses of wine down when I heard it. She said something to this effect:

"What we have given children at Boldon Nursery has given them skills for life. They are ready to take on the world, take on the next challenge. They have had a year of developing confidence in themselves as learners. Their parents have taken this on and if the school starts to comment on any difficulties the child is having in adjusting the parents do the questioning. They ask what the school is doing to accommodate their child's activity level, interests or ways of learning"

Wow! How good is that? to have developed an early childhood program that empowers parents to ask the hard questions. 

I crawled into bed at 1am in the morning, very inspired, very relaxed, and very happy. Thank you Sue, Keith and Julie for a wonderful evening. You are beautiful people and I feel very privileged to have had this opportunity to get to know you on a personal level. 

I will leave you with a couple of photos from our evening. 




Friday 28 March 2014

Mmmm. Smokey soup and bread roasted on a bamboo stick


My carving of a duck made from a branch of ash and a very sharp knife.


My carving: a sphere inside a cube made with a potato.


Roasting bread around the campfire


Preparing the food at the training center to take to the fire house


The theory of the flow zone

A fellow called Csikszentmihalyi (pronounced chick sent me high) came up with the 'theory of flow'. It's that place where people go when they are completely and utterly absorbed in an activity and where they are at their happiest. When we go to this place our hearts and minds are ripe for learning and this is the case for all age groups. The 'flow zone' is where challenge is equally matched to a persons skills. Where difficult challenges are met with a low skill level, there might be panic and learning is hampered. When skills out do the challenge, we become bored and again learning isn't optimized. But when skill and challenge are balanced and equal, flow can occur. You lose all sense of time, you are completely absorbed and you don't get distracted easily. 

So today we went out into the bitter cold. We were shown how to use wood tools then set loose with branches, knives, splitter tools and chisels. I tried to carve a duck of my own design from a tree branch about 5 cm in diameter. It was hard work. There were times I stated to feel discouraged as I couldn't get the hang of the movements needed in the use of the knife. I had to experiment, solve problems and create and I did this for three hours straight. At one point I realized that my bottom was numb from sitting astride a log for the better part of two hours. My toes were numb from the cold and my hands and wrists hurt. All of these were with me for the majority of the three hour session but I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I didn't notice. I was not aware of the passage of time. I was in my happy place, a place of mindfulness. I was in the zone. 

I leave you with this tonight. What takes you to your zone? Where do you get to experience 'flow' as I did today?

Before I go, a friend and colleague sent me this TEDTALK. It is very relevant to my journey and certainly got me thinking, as I hope it will you. Thanks Robyn.

A day of forest school training


http://www.mindstretchers.co.uk/Mindstretchers%20story.cfm

Forest school training

I am on my bed smelling of smoke and defrosting my toes and fingers as I write this. I'll have to be quick because I'm going to meet some of my new friends for a meal at their hotel in about half an hour. One of the things I haven't liked much about this trip is spending evenings alone. I get a bit lonely, even though I quite like my own company it's not nearly as good as spending time with people you enjoy being around. So I was thrilled to be able to join Katrina and Sarah, two practitioners (as they call educators here) who are in Crieff for forest training. 

I met seven early childhood practitioners today and we packed quite a lot into our time together. We learnt about the history of forest schools, developed environmental impact matrix's and then spent the afternoon preparing all the ingredients, utensils and tools for a big camp fire cook up. We had to consider all the items we would need at the fire house to accomplish the meal. We worked cooperatively and collaboratively to achieve this and once everything was organised and prepared we made our way to the fire house. 

We started with the soup cooked in a cast iron pan, baked bread inside orange skins and wrapped around bamboo poles. We also had steamed fish (not me of course, I don't eat things that had faces), vegetable kebabs, potato chips and roasted marshmallows pressed between two chocolate oat biscuits. I'd like to say it was all delicious but everything had a rather smokey flavour and charcoal texture. What was delicious was the process, the collaboration, cooperation and camaraderie that can only occur around a camp fire. It brings people close together, drawn by the warmth and the the necessity to work together for the benefit of everyone. The circle that is created around a fire is symbolic of the human need to belong. 

We learnt how to set a fire, how to keep it blazing and how to whittle sticks for the kebabs and marshmallows. We had to consider what to cook first, what needed flames and what needed coals, and to work out the most effective methods of placement on the fire. These are forestry skills that children learn when they are a part of the nature forest programs that are dotted around the country. 

We also got to carve a ball inside a cube with a raw potato and a knife. It was amazing and put me in that zone where the task takes so much concentration that the time just melts and you only realise you have a sore back and stiff wrists and fingers from the effort when you're about done.

Then came the cleaning up and that also took considerable cooperation and time management. It was freezing by the time we left. 

The other highlight of this day was an evening with two lovely ladies who are here for the training. Over a nice meal and a bottle of wine we shared our professional journeys. It was interesting to hear that Katrina and Sally have many of the similar worries that we have. How to provide the fifteen hours a week, how to manage with limited funding, how to get a lunch break, how to fit in all the demands of the regulators and how to document effectively as well as efficiently. How to fit it into the work day and not take loads home. How to convince co workers and parents that outdoor play in the woods or park is of such tremendous value that it's worth the effort, the hard work and problem solving over the many constraints. We were amazed at how much we had in common, across the other side of the globe. 

I'll leave you here with this. It's taken about three goes to get this written so I'll post it and hopefully not be too late for the last day of forest training. 

Post if you can. Tell me your one biggest worry in your early childhood centre. I won't attempt to find a solution but I'm interested. 

Talk tomorrow

Ruth

Wednesday 26 March 2014

Day 3 at Auchlone Kindergarten
As I sit outside and begin to write, three girls sit with me and ask me what I'm doing. "I'm writing a story about my day. Would you like to help me?" They gladly agree and we start by each of them typing in their names, then they tell me what to write: Lilly, Molly, and Friar are with me in the kindergarten. We are sending you a message. It's very muddy here and there's also wood chips on the ground. It's a sunny day and cloudy with just a little bit of wind. Today we are going to swing and play hide and seek and tip. We are going to go up into the woods and make soup. We will play and pick up sticks. 

The daily routine here is pretty much what those children described. The children play for long uninterrupted hours in the garden or outdoor kitchen, there is a morning tea routine and they are invited to participate in a group time during this time. I was excited to be able to read them 'Wombat Stew'  today and I gave them the book as a thank you gift. A treck to the forest, just outside the gate occurs each morning and they come back to the outdoor kitchen for lunch, then more play in the garden. Each afternoon there is another opportunity to go to the forest, usually centered around the fire pit. On Monday we roasted marshmallows, today we cooked potato and leek soup that had been prepared back in the kitchen. The fire pit has it's rituals of helpers going up earlier to gather fire wood and start the fire. This process is fully given over to the children, under guidance and with support. They select the kindling, prepare cotton wool and Vaseline as a fire starter, build the beginnings of it with small twigs and branches and light the fire with flint. They then place on bigger logs, sawing those that are too long with real saws on saw horses. The children own this process. This usually marks the end of the day when the children are then gathered to share in the food and finally to reflect on their favorite part of the day before heading back to the garden where parents  are waiting. 

The best part of the day for me was this:

We went to the 'dragon tree'. This is a fallen tree that has formed itself into a dragons head, complete with eye and nostrils. It is in a clearing of the forest and accompanied by stumps and fallen trees perfect for climbing on. Another nearby tree is a tangle of bouncy branches that go every which way and there are about eight children in there with an educator. 

I see Neil with a group of about five children sitting aloft a huge fallen tree that slopes downwards into the wilderness. It's in the sun and as I'm jet lagged and cold I choose that place to spend these long moments of time before lunch. I was on that tree for almost two hours,  most of it spent with a little nearly three year old who invited me to play. We started negotiating walking along the tree, sometimes she needed a steadying hand and sometimes she was independent, but she persevered to a point, then looking down she said "this is too big" meaning we were a long way from the ground and so we turned back. We stopped where the tree branches forked and she made her way to a tangle of branches at the ground. Down there she sat and I basked in the sun, enjoying the quiet, the moment of just being at peace with each other and the world. The others had deserted us and we were alone with the felled tree. She started to gather moss from a shaded branch and she squashed it and compacted it into a ball before offering it to me. I took her lead and compacted it more. She added to this collection of moss until we had a ball about the size of a tennis ball. She'd give me an offering and I'd squish and compact it, both of us enjoying the interaction, the sensation of the cool flakey moss, the sun and the warmth. 

After a while I started to think of ways to hold our ball together. I had a head band on my wrist and one in my hair. I sacrificed these and the little girl gave me one from her hair. These bands drew the moss into a secure little ball that I threw into the air and caught. She laid on her back amongst the tangle and said 'throw it' and I did so for some time as she watched the brilliant green flying towards the sun, to be caught and thrown again. It was bliss. 

Soon we heard the gathering song "everyone to the meeting tree, everyone to the meeting tree" and we reluctantly made our way from this magical place. We saw Neil on the way and he had a bag of supplies. I asked him for twine and together the little girl and I bound our ball tighter. I tied a knot and she complained that it was too long so I sent her to Neil to have it trimmed. The ball was finished and she held it in her hands all the way back to the garden where we found a safe place to put it. 

So that was my favorite part of the day. A time of rest and peace and real engagement with another person, a small person who delighted in the world around her and was given the gift of discovery and time to discover. The gift of pure engagement with another person and equal delight in each other's company. 

So again I could write of the numerous experiences I had today along the same line. There were many, I assure you and I feel so privileged to have been here for this short time and been given this gift of insight into the possibilities for children given access to wild and untamed spaces. Access to this kind of interaction not only with each other and the adults around them but with the natural world. 

I'll finish here. If you feel the urge to send a post would you consider a time or moment when you were in a zone with a child, where the minutes and hours just melted  and you had this gift of being truly together. I'd love to hear of it. 

Tuesday 25 March 2014

Some thoughts on assessment and documentation

Day 2. Auchlone Nature Kindergarten.
I woke after the first full nights sleep since Saturday morning. I'm hopefully in this time zone now, I hope my brain realizes that it's not really my bed time at 11:30 in the morning. I am staying in a gorgeous bed and breakfast that was once a castle. At breakfast I looked across the fields and dreamt that I was Elizabeth Bennett, reflecting on last nights ball and wondering about Darcy.

Coming into the Kinder this morning I was greeted by familiar faces and met a few different children. Struan greeted me with "What are you doing here again?" I think they are quite used to visitors around here. I'm inside the outdoor kitchen right now and there is a steady hum of activity around me. Some children are outside making hides with staff, cutting down stumps, swinging on home made rope swings and digging for treasure in the sandpit, but in here they are engaged in more quiet pursuits. A small group are standing at the kitchen bench preparing fruit snack and dying eggs with beet root and vinegar. The educator explains that she's not sure if it will work but feels its important to model to the children that it's good to experiment and try things. "Years ago I would have researched and made sure I was going to get it right, but these days I just give things a go with the children"

There is a large wooden table with home made (by the children) charcoal and various surfaces to draw on. There is glue and boxes, paint and paper. Children are painting, cutting, folding and comparing their work. "Does this picture look weird? It's actually a monster. I'm going to hang it now on the far end". He secures it with a peg and his friend describes it. "That's the grass and that's the reindeer and that's the dragon and it doesn't actually look weird". The conversation continues between the two boys for some time and then they all help to tidy up in preparation for snack. The place is getting busier as more children come from outside and wash up. One child is having a moment and an educator is talking and reassuring her, asking and listening to what is happening for her. Children come in and tidy up, wash their hands and go to the bench to choose their snack with the help of an educator. They sit together and it is relaxed as they eat. The routine has form, a certain structure so that all know what is expected in the space, but it is not regimented or inflexible. Two children wander in as everyone else is finishing and this was no drama. They knew where to go and what to do, children are trusted to make decisions. 

The documentation here is something I'd like to share with you. I did a seminar once in South Western Sydney about it, based on the book 'Floorboards', which some of our Western Sydney preschools may have. I think the idea is taking off in some preschools. This form of documentation appealed to me when I first read about it, but seeing it here in action is fantastic. One comment from Kate, who is looking after me while I'm here, was that it all occurs with the children, not on the children. Staff are not encouraged to take their documentation home, in fact one educator was very creative and liked to take the floor books and the children's portfolios (called a learning story book) home to work on them. She'd put them in her car and her colleagues would sneak them back out again. 

So how does this work? I hear many comments that there is such pressure to document everything that our teachers are up until late at night working on it. This concerns me greatly, because a persons personal well being is more important than their professional lives, and I don't believe you can be an effective teacher if you are under pressure and strung out from working late into the night. Another complaint I often hear is that educators are spending less time interacting with the children because they are busy observing, being behind a camera, or scribbling on note pads. 

I'm not seeing this here. The educators do admit to taking some work home, but not hours. The bulk of the documentation is done around the talk around time, talking tubs  and developing the talking and thinking floor books which occur as group times with the children. These group times are flexible and of short duration. The children are called over and invited to attend. Staff support the children in joining in. The topics are based on a project or interest of the group and everyone is invited to contribute. Children as young as two are involved in a variety of ways and often sit with an educator, or hover nearby. All educators and children are present and invited to contribute.

Two learning stories are done each term for each child and these go into what we would call portfolios. They are flexible booklets that can expand as the child grows. Some children have been here since two year olds, so their learning story books are pretty thick and show wonderful progression. 

The other documentation is seen on the walls as educators respond to children's learning by writing short reflections and displaying photos. 

Anyways it's hard to explain here but if people are interested I'd love to expand on this concept more, perhaps through some workshops? I wish you could all be here seeing this in action like I am. You would be as abuzz as I am.

Bye for now. 

Ruth

Monday 24 March 2014

The joy of mud

http://www.mindstretchers.co.uk/Auchlone%20Nature%20Kindergarten.cfm

What an awesome day! I got up early (5:30am) as sleep alluded me. It's cold here, but the day dawned fresh and clear with sparkling blue sky. I enjoyed a wonderful breakfast then started for Crieff. I didn't get lost which is always a relief and arrived at Auchlone Nature Kinder after a ninety minute drive through scenic countryside.

As soon as I walked in the place I felt at home. I was greeted by friendly staff and confident children. Kate met me at the gate,  covered in mud and as I shook her hand the mud and dirt was shared with me. I felt like I could really fit in here. She'd been out the back working on a joint project to create a swampy play space. Recent rain has turned some of the playground into a bog. Now I've come across many situations back in Australia where that would be a cause for concern. What to do? Mud must be tamed, turned into a respectable thing, or avoided at all costs. Not here! They turn it into a play swamp and build a log swing with curling rope, thrown over a tree branch for children to swing on, to test their skills and problem solve so that your bottom slides through the gooey mud at just the right moment. I watched two boys, old hands at this, discuss the situation, heft and pull and carry that swing up to the top of an incline, and the joy shared in swooping downward, the flexing branch allowing for a bounce and a slide. Laughter and satisfaction at the patch of mud on their bottoms as they made contact. It was beautiful. Nobody stopped them, told them to be careful, or warned them to keep clean. They were able to delight in the sensations to their hearts content. What were they learning here? Well I'm sure you can find an answer to that.

I'm always harping on about finding the significant thing that happened that day, and that is what you document, so I'm going to heed my own advice and leave it at this. There was a lot more that happened today, I could write for hours, but this one story tells it all.

I do however, want to take this opportunity to thank the University of Woollongong for their sponsorship of this study. I will be forever thankful of this opportunity. It's only day one but I'm beginning to get a sense of what I'm in for. A whole month of inspiration and learning amongst leaders in early childhood education.

So I've managed to stay awake until evening and now I am looking forward to a full nights sleep before I embark on more adventures tomorrow. My husband just called and he's on his way to work as I consider hitting the sack.

Talk tomorrow.
I'm in a lovely bed and breakfast place in Edinburgh. At last I have arrived. Now they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I'm hoping I'm a little stronger after surviving the last two days. A friend calculated that I had been traveling to get to this point for about 50 hours. That's a long time and I think I must have managed about 10 hours sleep max the whole time. 

Some of the challenges included: 

A hotel in Korea that had no light switches to speak of. With my phone running low on battery life (I'd left the re-charger in my bag in the belly of the aircraft) I used precious power to use it as a torch and locate the phone. The manager was obviously used to tourists who didn't know that the lights were controlled by a series of illuminated buttons in a box on the side table and patiently explained it to me. In pressing the fourth one, I had light. It doesn't sound like much of an ordeal but I was sooo tired and just wanted to collapse. But the most difficult thing about that hotel in Korea was there was no tea! There was tea but it was a traditional herbal type, which  I was grateful for but anyone who knows me knows that I need a decent cup of tea every few hours, especially before going to bed.

My overnight stay in Korea gave me cause to reflect on what it's like to enter into a place where you are a foreigner. I was different, was unable to speak their language, read their signs or understand their method of things like lining up. I had the advantage of many provisions to make the information accessible to me, like signs translated into English and most of the people who served me spoke English. What must it be like for people when this doesn't occur? It reminded me how important it is to provide children and families with all the resources they need so that they get a sense of belonging. 

The journey from Korea to London was long and sleep alluded me. We followed the sun for 12 hours. On arriving in London I felt more comfortable because I knew I could relate as I usually do and that I would be understood. An interesting thing happened at the escalators. To get a connecting flight you need to go down a level to an underground train station that takes you to your terminal. As I was about to get on an elderly women dressed in traditional Muslim clothing hovered and put her hand out to passers by, whimpering in confusion. I instinctively gave her my hand to help her onto the escalator. She took it and moved forward with me, stumbling as the metal steps took hold of our feet and projected us forward. Well the poor women nearly collapsed in fear as the downward movement became visible. I guess it was like going over the top of a roller coaster for the first time for her. She cried out and dropped her bag and tried to get her balance as her body plunged forward. I thought I was going to lose her but I held on tight,  and a man came and took her other arm and soothed her in Arabic. It was a job to keep her upright, but we made it down and she stepped off and that was the end of it. It must have been the first time she had ever experienced such a thing. Again I reflect on how things we take for granted can be a source of enormous conflict or fear for others who haven't experienced them before. 

Well I made it to Edinburgh and only got lost once trying to find parking. I got to see a bit of the town and was thankful for the gps. I've had another four hours sleep and am ready to take on the next stage. I'm about to have some breakfast then I'm off to Crieff to visit Auchlone Nature Kindergarten, about an hour and a half drive north. I'm doing a course there for five days with Claire Warden. It's all happening. 

Till next time

Ruth


 

Saturday 22 March 2014

Imagine this. Hurtling through the air in a narrow tube, with hundred of others all packed tight. They keep you calm with smiles and offers of refreshments. Lights off and movies to entertain and most of the time you forget that you are trapped inside. You forget that your life is in the hands of computers, a machine and the slippery fingertips of the pilot. 

But sometimes. . . you forget that this is possible, doable, happens all over the world for thousands with no hiccups. Sometimes you forget that it's more dangerous, really, to walk down the road. Every now and again you realise that you're in immanent danger and that it's impossible for those fragile wings to keep the craft afloat on invisible air currents.

Only sometimes though.

Most of the time it's very enjoyable. The initial thrust as the machine powers you up and away, the feel of air beneath the wings. Even the turbulence can be a bit of fun, getting bumped around.  Being forced to sit and be still for hours on end is a novelty. Hmm what to do? Nap? Read a new book freshly picked from the airport? Watch a new release movie (how long since I've been to see a movie or had control of a remote)? Or maybe write a little and get started on how to share this adventure with you? 

Nine hours is a long time, and that's just the first leg. 

Let's begin with why I'm here.

Despite an intense fear of being lost (yes my one phobia) I decided to try for an adventure. I thought it might be worth a try to apply for the nsw premiers teachers scholarship. I'd been putting it off for years, not believing I had it in me to write the initial submission, let alone complete the study. But a few years as an early childhood consultant with the support and encouragement of my colleagues gave me cause to believe in myself. Studying for a Masters in Educational Leadership gave me new found confidence in writing. Working with early childhood teams and learning alongside preschool staff helped me to see the possibilities: opportunities to learn from others and a sense of what can happen when you discover a passion and follow it through. 

So here I am. I have lots of interests within the field of early childhood as well as personal ones. Early on in this role I went to a seminar. I was very excited to be in a position to even be able to go to seminars, remembering well that I was only ever entitled to one day off class for professional learning and usually having to fight for it when I was a teacher. Now here I was going along to something that was relevant, interesting and that all I had to do to attend was ask. I remember a fair bit from that day. It was about the global village, that it takes a village to raise a child and that community is a vital aspect of a child's growth and development. One thing in particular that stood out was when we were all asked to stand up and remember our favorite childhood place. 300 people stood, closed their eyes and were transported back in time. Then we were asked to sit if that space was indoors. A few sat. Then we had to sit if that place had adults hovering, and quite a few more sat. Finally we were asked to sit if the place was man made. It left about a third of the participants standing, me amongst them as I recalled the hours I spent amongst three giant willows in a dried up dam in our front yard. Those willows were my house, my pet dragon, a swing and a pirate ship. They housed my imaginary friends and they, along with my human and animal friends joined me on many adventures. Imagination was a prerequisite to enjoyment in, on and amongst those trees. 

Imagine asking children of today in ten, twenty or thirty years to recall their favorite childhood space. How many would be left standing at the conclusion of the three questions?

So that's what I'm doing here. I'm going to learn what I know instinctively, that young children learn best when they are given time, space and opportunity, long moments of it, to explore, imagine, solve, examine and play, and that all this can happen optimally while children are outdoors, amongst the natural elements. I'm going to see it in action, learning amongst leaders and experts in three different countries. Early childhood professionals that perhaps started like me, with a moment of realization coupled with an intense interest, a passion, a curiosity. As Einstein said, "I'm not particularly intelligent, just passionately curious"

So thank you for joining me on this journey of discovery. I hope that you will talk to me throughout, whenever the mood hits you, and share your insights too. You may not agree with me, you may think me a bit whacky, or you may find that my thoughts and musings are something you can relate to. Let me know and then I won't feel so alone. 

If you feel in the mood to post, can you answer this "What was your favorite childhood space or place?" C'mon. Don't be shy. We mostly know each other and I don't want to be alone. 

Ok. That's it for now.. Talk tomorrow

Thursday 20 March 2014

Here is my itinerary.


Date
Itinerary
Overnight
Day 1
Sat 22/3
Fly to London, UK
 
Day 2
Sun 23/3
Arrive London. Travel by train to Edinburgh
Edinburgh
Day 3
Mon 24/3
Travel to Crieff. Coaching in Context course at Auchlone Kindergarten
Crieff
Day 4
Tues 25/3
Day two Coaching in Context Auchlon Kindergarten
Crieff
Day 5
Wed 26/3
Day three Coaching in Context. Auchlone Kindergarten
Crieff
Day 6
Thurs 27/3
Forest School Training Auchlone Kindergarten
Creiff
Day 7
Fri 28/3
Forest School Training Auchlone Kindergarten
Travel to Edinburgh
Edinburgh
Day 8
Sat 29/3
Travel to Bolden
Bolden Nursery School Visit
Boldon South Tyneside
Day 9
Sun 30/3
Journal entries, research, reading. Visit preschool and interview educator
Boldon, South Tyneside
Day 10
Mon 31/3
Boldon Nursery and Nature Kindergarten
Bolden South Tyneside
Day 11
Tues 1/4
Wingate Training Base Observation
Boldon South Tyneside
Day 12
Wed 2/4
Wingate Training Base Interview educators
Boldon, South Tyneside
Day 13
Thur 3/4
Boldon Nursery and Nature Kindergarten
Boldon, South Tyneside
Day 14
Fri 4/4
Travel to Edinburgh
Edinburgh
Day 15
Sat 5/4
Flight to Copenhagen, Denmark
Train to Viborg
Viborg
Day 16
Sun 6/4
Journal entries, research, reading TBC,
Viborg
Day 17
Mon 7/4
Inside Out Nature. Study Tour
Viborg
Day 18
Tues 8/4
Inside Out Nature. Study Tour
Viborg
Day 19
Wed 9/4
Inside Out Nature. Study Tour
Viborg
Day 20
Thurs 10/4
Fussingo Nature Kindergarten. Observation TBC
Viborg
Day 21
Fri 11/4
Travel to Authus Observation TBC
Viborg
Day 22
Sat 12/4
Travel to Edinburgh
Edinburgh
Day 23
Sun 13/4
Travel Lentham Fife. Journal entry, research, reading
Fife
Day 24
Mon 14/4
Secret Garden Observation visit
Fife
Day 25
Tues 15/4
Secret Garden Observation visit
Fife
Day 26
Wed 16/4
Secret Garden Interview educators. Travel to Edinburgh
Edinburgh
Day 27
Thur 17/4
Cowgate Under5’s. Observation visit
Edinburgh
Day 28
Fri 18/4
Cowgate Under 5’s Observation visit
Edinburgh
Day 29
Sat 19/4
Journal entries, research, reading
Edinburgh
Day 30
Sun 19/4
Journal entries, research, reading
Edinburgh
Day 31
Mon 20/4
Easter Monday. Journal entries, research, reading
Edinburgh
Day 32
Tues 22/4
Cowgate Under 5’s Visit to nature Kinder
Edinburgh
Day 33
Wed 23/4
Cowgate Under 5’s Interview educators
Edinburgh
Day 34
Thurs 24/4
Travel to London
London
Day 35
Fri 25/4
………Return to Australia