A muggy humid day on the Monet-like flower covered wood lot
with ancient lakes and soaring pines in the hills of northern Wisconsin.
Adults scrambled for shade, natural ice tea, a cold Budweiser.
Eagles and squirrels snuggled quietly in nests and high grass.
The world snoozed.
Almost asleep – almost but not quite.
A child’s curiosity never sleeps.
Heat and humidity are non entity’s as life’s journey has just begun.
Flowers, bushes, fallen tree trunks are a new adventure.
Rising to her waist and beyond, long stems of yellow greet her eye to eye.
A mutual hello, how are you? Curiosity, respect, welcome.
Golden wildflowers to be lovingly fondled for the 1st time – creator’s gifts.
An audible sigh of delight flows from the bed of wildflowers.
Indeed a shriek of glee and amazement.
She reaches out, gently touches the flower. They converse with each other.
Intense, passionate, innocent, playful.
A lifetime relationship consummated in a millisecond.
Adults lovingly observe and are amazed.
Unknowingly they see their values passed on to another generation.
They marvel at the pure joy residing in the hearts of their offspring.
Proud of her curiosity, beauty and respect for Nature.
“ Lookie at what I found”.. the flower is sooo big.
Exclamations of joy and discovery.
Our memory tapes speed back through the years.
Attempting to recreate feelings we had at age 2 or 3.
Each corner turned beheld a new jewel. A shriek of joy.
Adults of the carriers of culture, customs, knowledge, values
plus admiration of all that is beautiful and wholesome.
Generation builds on generation.
Reclining on our decks, collectively “ solving the world’s problems”,
Retelling family tales of accomplishments and times passed.
Somehow our childhood sense of wonderment, amazement
Innocence: of 1st time events are nourished in the pantry of knowledge,
Experience and culture.
Upon finding solutions to life’s problems- do you emote a youthful a ha?
A sense of discovery, a return of innocence> Do you feel the guttural repeat
of joy, heart pounding thrill of a 3 year old bouncing over fallen tree limbs and
through waist high savannah grasses?
Confidence regained? Giddy to see more, hear more, solve more?
No adult singed cynicism or over wrought analysis.
Let us listen to nature and our inner childlike voice revealing the truth about ourselves
Including our limitless capabilities to be spontaneous as the youngest among us in
the flower filled wood lot.
Photo provided by Jim Templin: jtemplin@ymail.com