Taki’s Journal

The peach and tomato farm where Little, his mamí and his abuelo work has become our classroom.

It is land beyond land of trees, fields and streams for us to walk over, climb up and wade in. 

We spend as much of our time as we can exploring it.

It gives us all the space we need to run freely until the calves of our legs throb and the cheeks on our faces glow.

It gives us a place to walk at our own pace and ask questions.

A stream runs along the back side of the peach orchard. 

We stand barefooted in that stream on late summer afternoons and feel the smooth rocks against our heels and the wet sand between our toes. 

We stand as still as we can.

We look at life living just below the surface of the water. 

We look at life living behind the leaves of the plants and trees.

We look at life, aapaaluk.

We look.

We see how the little world around us is living, growing or changing

We see how the little world around us is staying the same, hurting or dying.

We see the little world, aapaaluk.

We see.