I found this documentary about an outdoor school in Norway fascinating:
I'm so grateful that in several important ways, this was in part how my parents tried to raise us. We learned how to light fires and use hammers and knives at early ages. We climbed trees and got wet in lakes and the Pacific Ocean in and out of season. In the wintertime in Wyoming during the years that we lived there we would get up early from time to time to help feed the elk. Sometimes in the afternoons, we would leap off the back porch into snow that we could tunnel through simply by walking, it was so soft and deep there when it first fell.
These joyous in-body experiences are important because they help us to connect all of the brilliant aspects of ourselves into a vibrant, cohesive whole as we acquire skills and understanding. I do not learn as well or live as well when I try to live my life in brain/body fragments.
Every time I learn of a writer, composer, mathematician, or scientist who found inspiration or worked out a puzzle while walking or immersing themselves in nature (and there have been many), I ache for the children who suffer at young ages from the educational version of cubicle sickness- being tied to a desk in an artificial climate with little allowance for movement, interaction, or creative thought. This type of existence is mind-numbing, not brain-building. It's no surprise to me why so many children struggle in these circumstances.
I find the Norwegian outdoor school philosophy empowering. It is leading me to consider some changes that I can make to enhance my own learning.