I decided to write this today, since my neighbour is hoovering (I mean vacuuming, of course), up the leaves in our cul-de-sac.
I think that the saying that ‘one man’s rubbish is another man’s gold’, or was it ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’? Anyway what I wanted to say was, is fitting in this case, since I love leaves.
Recently, I have been on an interesting journey, working with people whose sensory needs are in the foreground of their everyday experience, and this means that their education is often focused on the sensory. This has reminded me a great deal about myself, and aspects of the self that I sometimes neglect.
For example, everyday I am now reminded of how much the sensory aspects in my childhood made a huge impact on me: from the blossom on the cherry trees I passed by every April, to the leaves I crunched through in my search for conkers in the autumn months, not to forget the colour that surrounded the letters in my alphabet book, which helped me to read them.
Maybe we should all think before we sweep those leaves into tidy piles. Because I for one will be gaily kicking my way through them.