Free Beautiful Child by Torey Hayden Page B

with him. Nonetheless, the tics were disruptive and occasionally alarming, if you didn’t expect them.
    So I felt the guided journeys might be of benefit to Jesse, because his tics always became worse under stress. I was hoping that the journeys might provide a relaxing alternative in his day that would calm the noise and motion a little bit.
    I also hoped they would help Billy. My goal for him was that he develop awareness of his thoughts before he did something, so that he had a better chance of intervening. At the moment, Billy just did and then coped with the aftermath. I was sure he wasn’t even conscious there were any “before” thoughts affecting his actions, so constructive use of imaginary journeys seemed like a good place to start helping him develop an understanding of thoughts as something you produced yourself and could control.
    Thus, Monday after morning recess, I said, “Okay, gang,we’re going to do something different. Once you have your shoes off and in the box, I want you to come over here and sit down in a circle on the floor.”
    This elicited excitement. Though somewhat uncontrolled and chaotic, this group was also enthusiastic, which made them fun to work with when they weren’t killing one another.
    “Okay, I want you sitting, but get comfortable. Shane, keep your hands to yourself, please. Venus, sit down.” I had to rise up again and direct Venus into place. “Zane? Sit. No, sit .
    “Everybody ready? Now, we’re going to take a journey. Right here. Right now. And since we’re Chipmunks, I think we should visit the woods. Ready?”
    All the boys nodded.
    “Close your eyes then. Not tight. Just gently, so you’re comfortable. Keep them closed. Get yourself comfy.” I closed my eyes too at the beginning and leaned forward, forearms on my knees. “Now, we’re off. We’re walking toward the woods. Can you see? Look ahead.” I opened my eyes and checked on everyone. “No, Zane, keep your eyes shut. Look ahead inside your mind. There’s the woods. See the trees? Everybody look in their minds. See if you can see the woods ahead. Can you?”
    “Yeah!” Billy said enthusiastically.
    “See if you can tell what kind of trees they are. What kind of trees are in your woods? Does anybody know?”
    “Yeah,” said Billy immediately. “Pine trees!”
    “You’re seeing pine trees. Does everyone see pine trees? Or does someone see something different in their woods?”
    “I see the kind that’s got big flat leaves,” Shane said.
    “Okay. Good. Pine trees and the kind of trees that have flat leaves. The kind that lose their leaves. We call them ‘deciduous trees.’ So, look at your trees carefully. What kinds of trees are in your woods?”
    “I see trees with leaves and pine trees,” Jesse said. “My forest has got them both.”
    “Yeah, me too,” Billy said, not wanting his imaginary woods to be without something someone else saw.
    “Are they tall trees?” I asked. “Have they got thick trunks? Look around? Do you see any young trees there too?”
    “Mine are big !” Billy cried.
    “Can you put your arm around one of them, Billy? Everybody. Go up to one of your trees and try to reach around it. Feel the bark. Feel it with your fingers. But put your face against the tree too. You’re trying to stretch your arms all the way around. Feel what it feels like.”
    I opened my eyes again slightly to see the boys, all of them with their hands stretched out in the air, reaching to feel imaginary trees. I peeked over at Venus. She too had her eyes shut tight. She didn’t have her hands up in the air like the boys did, but her fingers were splayed out on her knees and twitching slightly, as if possibly she was feeling for an imaginary tree of her own.
    “Mine’s got knobbly bark!” Billy cried with unexpected loudness.
    “Quietly, Billy,” I said. “You’ll scare away the animals.”
    “Knobbly bark,” he whispered.
    “Yeah, mine too. I can feel it on my cheek,” Jesse