Still Mountain Village itself was unremarkable. A dozen small cabins scattered among the scruffy pines, a larger cabin built of logs which served as classroom, game room, dining room, and story room. The kitchen, thanks to a donation from an unknown source, was up to date and served the population of Still Mountain Camp very well.
The population of Still Mountain Village was just under 100 people, seventy of them the children the Elders had chosen to live there. In modern times, many would say that the teacher/student ratio was insufficient to serve the young people, but these were not ordinary young people.
The parents of these children must give up a great deal of control over their little ones in order to offer them up to the creative, to the Creator himself. To set aside the need to tuck a child beneath blankets, behind safe doors at home in order that their imaginations might be allowed to unfurl like flags in a mighty wind was a brave act.
And the children, too, had to give up a great deal of what is considered normal for children but, as they soon discovered, it was not a real price to pay. But not all children are so fortunate as to be taken to Still Mountain. Some must forge their own path.
A quiet reflection
What kind of place allows imagination to unfurl rather than be managed?
What kind of place allows imagination to unfurl rather than be managed?
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