You
know, looking out my window, seeing the frost, it got me to thinking on how
many of life's miracles can get lost in daily routines? Perhaps that is what exciting about children...they
approach life with that gusto born of wonder and it reminds us of our own. Not having a history of rainbows, or
fireflies...or comprehending from a scientific position theirs is an awe of
frost...how water turns hard...how the white glaze of winters breath coats
everything....even under stuff, they discover it with such enthusiasm that it
invokes laughter and glee to watch and relive the wonder thru their discoveries
of the sacred first time!!
I've lost count of the number of rocks we as
kids threw breaking up the ponds frozen surface. Or the neat crisp, crunch of the glacial puddles
under my shoes. My cousins and I must
have perfected our summertime pitching arms with all that shards of ice that we
threw at one another; bouncing off one another’s coats. What joy it was walking
to school! I've examined so much ice, those
with twigs and bugs frozen in its grasp, that I can close my eyes and see it
still.
As are many of the wonders in my early years. Yes, a vast treasure chest filled with those
first experiences...as I visit them, I find there are quite a few! Then, when examining them, I rediscover them
precious for entirely different reasons then when they were first won as
lessons. I think of all the natural mysteries
left undiscovered that are in our world....but exploring the caverns of memory
is by far the sweetest I’ve yet to find....
Reliving....recapturing....and
appreciating...strikes me as one of the fundamental pillars of love. Joy comes from within.....as its just a
thought away.
Reap
and know its flavor...
Breathe
it into the here-and-now.....
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