We are playing in the Cottonwood Forest. It’s so lovely. Elliot pointed out the reflection of the trees and the sky in the water. We listened to the water over the rocks and sticks.
Elliot said, “This is what it’s like to be Jewish.”
We threw rocks in the ice and made a game to see who could create the most bubbles under the ice. We picked up other ice and sticks and threw it on the ice. We jumped over the creek several times.
We sat on a branch and, after a time, it broke while we were sitting on it. That made both of us laugh hysterically. We recounted it later that evening and the next day.
We watched and listened to the stream and searched for any kind of life (found a cool bug and saw a lonely bird). We played outside without screens like it’s 1975, when I was 5 like Elliot is now. I had so much fun even though it was a little cold. That added to the adventure of it. We were alone… together. We really bonded.
I explained changed your perspective, looking back and forth between the water and the reflection of the tree and sky on the water, is akin to seeing the self and then “not self”. Elliot is not ready for this message yet, I think.
