A week into our main lesson block on Native American creation stories, and we break out the clay.

So different from the warm, sweet smelling beeswax we usually use or even the homemade pliant play dough we make from things we find in our kitchen, instead we take it out of the box, warm and brown and moist.

It’s cold to the touch and both gritty and smooth at the same time. We tear off a hunk and begin to roll, smoothing the jagged edges into a warm ball.

Make a plant, I say. Any kind of plant you want.  Read more...