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…a few thoughts on being an “Explorer of the world”

Re: Sharing your thoughts on “Explorer of the world”
From: Robert
To: Cindy

Since I’ve had so much fun during the last few sessions, I’ll be happy to share a few of my thoughts on the playshops and journal extracts.

“In becoming an explorer of the world, I’ve learnt that imagination is less about what you know, but more about how you feel. An emotional connection is necessary for any kind of understanding. I’ve learnt that using sight alone to guide ourselves around the world is actually quite short sighted, we can experience the world around us and interact with each other in so many different ways; through pretending to be plants, walking upside-down, transforming a room into a jungle and even dipping rocks into water (and then drinking said water).

One example in how the explorer of the world playshops have helped enhance my life is how they helped me realize that we can have meaningful conversations without even speaking. The effects of positive energy, touch and movement are that great. I think that we (as a society) rely on speech because we are afraid of expressing ourselves in ways that seem strange, but in doing this we sometimes alienate others and ourselves, I feel that words by themselves sometimes fail to communicate the true magic of communication.

IMG_0362 (800x600)“In the forest we tried to protect a treasured item, but I think we created a new treasure as we went along. A memory.” – Extract from my journal during a silent group improv activity.

“I imagined the plant to begin as a randomly placed seed which slowly corrects itself to a more sensible position (sitting upwards). As the music grew livelier, I stood and eventually spread my branches (two arms and one leg, quite the peculiar plant). As the music grew sinister, I began to shrivel and become crooked as I lowered myself to the ground, too weak to stand tall. I slowly descended to the ground and reached for dear life, but I failed to grasp it in my last dying breath. I return to the darkness I came from as the passage of time naturally lowers my arm branches. It was fun while it lasted. My mind turns to mush and I fade.” – Extract from my journal recapping the birth and death of a plant, from the perspective of the plant.”

Thanks, I’m looking forward to the next session!

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