is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred…"
(from the poem “No way. The hundred is there .”by Loris Malaguzzi. Trans by Lella Gandini)
I am not an educator, only a watcher, an observer, a loving scribe, who thinks that we are so much more beautiful for our depth and our breadth. I too am trying hard to welcome each of those hundred ways of feeling (and the numberless others) any of us flow through in a single day, but most especially those magical children, honouring the hundred languages by greeting each one as a friend and allowing it space to be, as much right to itself as any wave or leaf-fall.
If you only sing a single note, you will never make a song.
And so, in my work (the 'jewellery ...i make... for the inside of other people’s minds' as Tom Waits, the singer/songwriter, told author Elizabeth Gilbert) I am singularly happy when a client is comfortable and honest grounded enough to allow her beautiful family to sing out whatever music is in their hearts too, their hundred languages soaring into voice as they unfold into selves full of spirit and wisdom.
Sandra Henri, I am so grateful to be in the chorus with you.