I found the following post in the DRAFT department of my wordpress site. I didn’t publish it because I thought it wasn’t interesting enough, exciting enough? But thinking about it now, this experience was important to me. That’s what’s key- not second guessing what someone else may think. As I say later in this essay, it’s about trusting one’s intuitive voice. Enough of this self censoring…
The following is an essay I wrote up from a 25 minute writing prompt from from my class at Fishtrap Writing Conference in E. Oregon last summer. The prompt was something like write about a risk you took that changed you. This experience popped up in my mind so I ran with it…
TOTEM
In the photograph, I am standing by a 4-foot totem of raw clay that is constructed around a young tree. I am sporting a broad smile with a coworker. In another photo were several children deep in the process of constructing it. The totem was the finished project I was assigned as a parent volunteer at my son’s 5th-grade outdoor school camp. I signed up for the art station since I was a practicing artist. Not only did I want my students to experience creative magic in this cathedral of Douglas fir, cedar, and hemlock, I wanted them to honor the revered creatures of the indigenous people who once occupied this land.
This project was new to me – but my intuition beckoned me to it like a faerie whispering in my ear. I quieted the fears of all the potential pitfalls and risks and decided to proceed despite them. In preparation, I brought 50 pounds of clay the color of a threatening sky. For details, I had blue, red, and gold paint in 2 oz. bottles, some small paint brushes, and a handful of large, colorful plastic beads. The rest of the materials we would gather from what the forest offered.
Each group of 4-5 students had been assigned to a clan for the duration of camp; beaver, porcupine, salmon, crab, raven, squirrel, and eagle. I had selected a perfect juvenile western hemlock standing straight in a small clearing for our blank canvas. As each clan of boys and girls arrived at the site for their session we spoke of their totem animal. What did they know about it? Why did the Native Americans celebrate it? What was the purpose of totems for coastal native Americans?
To construct their totem animal I explained they were free to use all the clay and tools provided but the rest they would need to gather from the surrounding environment. I spoke about the cooperative process. They were to recognize what each clan member had to offer. I opened the first rectangular block of clay, cut it into pieces, and let the students begin allowing them to organize themselves as they saw fit.
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I am captivated by tide pools. They are little worlds unto themselves full of creatures and plants of all sorts that seem to thrive at the restless edge of the ocean. Some organisms are attached like anemones, barnacles, rock fucus and, mussels. Some move slowly like starfish, urchins, and chitons, Then there are the quick and nimble tiny crabs and fish. Always there is a palette of color full of glowing greens, oranges, and reds.
testing.
I am a retired middle school science teacher. Besides writing & making art, I substitute teach to augment my income and to keep a toe back in the pond of education and the world of kids. Mostly I work in high schools now. The students are out of puberty and are generally easier to manage. Lately, I have been getting increasingly sad and discouraged about students increasing addiction to their smartphones. Add to that, there is the total lack of boundaries of cell phone use from faculty and school administrations. I fear for the next generation… I wrote this poem after a particularly trying day this week.
of white space, or negative space surrounding them; the uncovered virgin-white paper a statement in itself.
By Alanna Pass 