Poetry in motion,
All that I adore
no number nine love potion
could make me love her more.
Thinking a little bit about movement today, in that Tiddler is a constant whirlwind of motion, learning to jump two feet together off the sofa, wanting to hold our hands to be swung up as we walk, giggling as she spins herself in a spiral in the pool. She is showing a toddler fascination with how to balance, and climb, and wriggle and how to control each and every aspect of her body to explore and play and immerse herself in this world. Heraclitus said ‘all is motion’ and that seems certainly true.
To try and ‘transfer’ some of this energy (as we all know our school boy science of energy can neither be lost or destroyed, although our sofa might be on it’s last legs before too much longer at this rate) we decided to do a bit of skinflint craft tinkering. Our marble run was created out of an empty cardboard box, paper art straws (that we glued on in doubles in order to make them stand proud enough to contain the marbles) and is propped up against the sofa (poor sofa) to use. There is a definite enthralment with toys like this- the movement, the noise, the randomness of the pathways taken, that make this freebie craft project/toy a sure fire hit in our household. The marbles of course were used at one time for rewards for potty training, see towards the end of this post here, but have now been repurposed for this racing, bracing game. Hours of fun at minimal cost.
Following my most recent post, which erred on the side of doubt about our future, I promise to gee myself up, and take note of Hemingway’s quote below. We cannot remain still in our lives by accepting motion instead of action.