Lenny ~ What fabulous energy to the melded image you created from the flame around the web blog piece. I have some thought to this topic because I learned about the concept of “indigo children” late in life and believe I had always been one without knowing it. I have a clear psychic connection with my daughter who I believe is one as well, now 11. Time and time again, she knows things or brings me little gifts that symbolically reflect something important to me without a single word passing between us. (Example: I tell someone I have been having strange dreams and want to start recording them; she is several states away on a trip and returns from a gift shop full of zillions of choices with a Navajo-made dream catcher for me). She is incredibly in tune with the animal kingdom, as I am with the plant realm. Her greatest wish is that I could overcome my severe lifelong allergy to animal dander.
Here is something she wrote on a piece of art at age 9: ”Art is lines waiting to happen.”
Art was budget cut out of her school and she was the only kid in her class deeply saddened enough to pass around a petition that nobody wanted to sign.
She is brilliant in math and most things, yet she cried inconsolably one day asking me what the purpose is to school and why couldn’t she live in another time? I have to agree with her school seems to do little to serve her. Yet I haven’t found an alternative, have you? Financially I’m too strapped to home school and she doesn’t want to miss out on friends.
As the blog piece points out, everything gets so mixed up when labels and roles are put on children as they become adults, and sometimes I don’t know where the truth lies – chemical imbalance/genetic cellular changes (primarily physical root) or spiritual/psychic/supernatural root. Along with ADHD, what to make of the huge wave of autistic children/Asperger’s? Some of them are now engineering inventions that could very well save the world. Yet they can’t carry on a conversation or form a single friendship.
I know many working inside the educational system now think it is obsolete. It truly is a different world, with more information at our phoning fingertips than an entire library of books when we were a child. Reconnection is the saving grace to me. To our source. Not necessarily reverting to living in a cave, but daily reconnection to the natural world from which our cells evolved. The earth is sending us messages all the time and I fear no one will remember how to hear them.