Friday, September 21, 2012
Do you remember seven? It was one of my favorite ages. Encompassing the magic and wonder and the confidence and knowledge to conquer all.
Seven is also on the brink, not a little kid, but not a teenager. This is where seven can be hard, where the light of who you are may see its first dwindle. Figuring out how to deal with this new seven year old mind, body and emotions can be very trying.
The Badger turned seven a couple of weeks ago (he has informed me he now sees himself as wolf) and in honor of this special year, the Wolf was given his own flint. He started our campfire, never giving up, striking his flint with calm, purpose for almost five minutes. When his sparks lit a flame, his face was that fire's biggest rival. The fire lasted for two whole days.
I hope that moment is etched in his memory, and when the trials of seven bring him down, all he has to do is remember he has the power to create light and warmth.