A road, full of holes.Up in trees, like monkeys.Run after a horse, race it.Oh! The heat, it stings.Veils of vines, hiding something.In and out a dam!Luxury of nature,Lift me up and away,End all sadness and pain.Author: myself, 13 years, in Transition School.***Home birth is rather common and very accessible here in Auroville, and I was one of those lucky children to evacuate my warm private cocoon straight into what would be my home for my first 19 years. My parents and a good friend celebrated this with a glass of red wine, comfortable at home in Ami. My midwife Hilde has helped countless into this world, and she is still in town (albeit retired)!***In Auroville, most mothers started working again quite early after birth. Back then, children were often left in the care of the household helps. Parents had also set up a “pre-crèche” for children between 2 and 3. My mother started working as a teacher in Transition School when I was one and a half, so I went to the pre-crèche, and I...
Beautifully described the nurturing of a child to a woman in the galactic fields of Auroville. Brought out ones own years of those strains of harmony and chords of deja vu .All Good Wishes to the birth of an Aurovillian .