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Four years ago we ran into the wild. The kid is four years old. He grew up in the wild. Never seen a kid like him.
Today we decided to move the tipi to this exact spot where I was standing when I took this picture.

Why? Because it´s a nice spot. It where the sun hits first in the springtime. I would´t mind sitting there in a tipi during winter. Writing. It´s close to the well (Literally. You just can´t see the well, it´s behind one of the trees).

DSCF3908 So we walked down to the lake, crossed the bridge we call “the shitty bridge” or “the worst bridge ever built in the history of mankind” DSCF3951 Then we took down the tipi. I didn´t take any pictures of that because it was tedious. But then it was time for lunch and lunch was fully mind-blowing overly hyped exciting DSCF3955 Here´s Sigurd. He´s waiting for us to finish raising the tipi. He is wildly bored. billede3 So he decides to go hunt for some sorrel billede 5 Which he eats with great pleasure billede6 For a moment there he considers playing with these nylon strings, he thinks about making a spider web DSCF3985 But cleverly chooses not to. Instead he climb some trees DSCF3981 And then decides to go for a walk DSCF3989 He comes back with a pretty exiting stone that needs further examination billede 10 When he realises that we are almost finished raising the tipi he runs to the house to fetch his favourite pink unicorn DSCF4006 He thinks: “This hot cocoa sure is good but I wonder if she brought some cookies too?” DSCF4042 I sure did. So we had a tea party DSCF4023And that was that.
Moving the tipi was nice (it was not. It was HAVING MOVED the tipi that was nice)

I look forward to winter days down there. When the older kids comes home I know they wanna sleep there (it has an oven, never seen a tipi like it. I wrote about this tipi at what it means to us)

So here we´ll be storing extra firewood, here we´ll be having tea parties, here friends and family can sleep, here I will write and hell, here we might even work on the relationship issue. Now we only need to finish the mudroom, repair the henhouse, fix the firewood, gather all the tools lying around in the grass and insulate all the windows and then we´re ready.

Ready for winter.

Never been this ready for winter before.
I wanted to say something about children and nature. There´s this movement of people working to “reconnect children with nature“, “rewild the child” or curing modern kids from nature-deficient disorder That´s all fine and dandy (I do have a natural scepticism though for everything that is put into plans and schedules, frameworks,  organisations). But it´s needed.

Every time children visit us you can see how they CRAVE nature. Run wild. Get lost. Climb high. Dig deep.

And you know what? Their parents too. Hunting with bow and arrow. Chopping wood with a giant axe. Climbing mountains, swimming in lakes. It´s not like people have forgotten how it feels. They know exactly how it feels.

They just don´t have the time. Or the energy.

Which is kind of sad because that feeling, you know? THAT feeling…. …. I´ll stop here. Makes me happy to think about his childhood though. Always makes me happy. I guess I did at least this one good thing with my life. His childhood is…. good.

All the rest is merely speculation and analysis, nothing to worry about, really.

Oh! I forgot the point. So now I´m adding it the day after: it´s regarding children and nature.
I think it´s fine to work with that. I also think it´s fine to NOT work with that. To NOT have a plan. To NOT have “activities” planned. It´s the very planning and problematisation that sometimes makes us feel detached, don´t you think?

10 comments on “Last child in the woods

  1. Hilda says:

    He looks so happy, and sweet, and warm in that beautiful sweater.

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  2. Pia says:

    So many things I don’t remember from my childhood. But “fishing” in the tiny, clear brook in the woods with a stick, bailing twine and a bent nail on the end, that has stayed with me.

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  3. Most people never forget that, I think, these kinds of memories follow us and I often hear adults talk about a sense of loss regarding nature and a sadness because they know their own kids will never have these memories and experiences…. which is why it´s good we all share our stories regarding nature and children, like a tale that cannot be forgotten, most be brought with us forth, into the future….

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  4. soulportrait says:

    Awesome blog you have and awesome links you shared with us, thank you a million!

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  5. gialucy2013 says:

    You are giving your child an amazing gift. He gets to experience the freedom to connect with the things around him, the quiet moments to think and reflect upon things and the security that he has a place in this world. Often times, our kids – even we as adults- are so busy with being entertained, or fitting in, that even when we have a moment of quiet or reflection, it feels uncomfortable. We have become addicted to the busyness.

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  6. Eumaeus says:

    “Always makes me happy. I guess I did at least this one good thing with my life. His childhood is…. good.”
    I have thought this before. But then I was confused as to who was doing what. But, no worries, it happens all the time. Be happy. Be happy thinking that you are something different from life, something in control. That’s okay. ❤

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  7. I like your writing. You use just enough words to get the point across. Patiently waiting for your next book in Engelsk : )

    – Hudson
    http://hudsongardner.com

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  8. snells says:

    Glad I came across your blog. Jeppe posted about it. Your writing has such a nice and easy and natural flow, and your stories and views are really interesting and quite inspiring. Send my love to your man out there in the woods. – Snellman

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