Monday, October 1, 2012

No Map Needed

I gave myself a new title this weekend.
I am an explorer.
How else can you describe a person who delights in wandering aimlessly through the woods in order to spy a lopsided toadstool or the falling of a sassafras leaf?
What better name can you attribute to a woman whose  bowed head stays focused on smooth rocks, hidden wild flowers, and nature's souvenirs?
Or...with eyes titled upward to focus on the outline of pine trees, the blueness of the sky - the roundness of the moon?

This weekend at the cabin I found myself with childlike eyes again- anxious to  kick up crimson colored leaves and overturn tiny stones and peek beneath the fleshy sprout of a new mushroom. While my husband mowed the yard, I disappeared into the edge of the woods with my camera. I know from experience that these treasures do not last long...
The sunlight on yellow leaves will fade after noon.
The toadstools will wither and rot, or be eaten by rodents.
Trees with a ball of red leaves will become bare in time.
Polished rocks will become hidden beneath rain soaked soil.
And I will lose the innocence of a young girl.

Responsibilities will make me cynical once more. Days will make me weak and frail and uninterested in what Mother Nature offers.
Later, there will not be enough time...

That evening I told my husband that when I am finished exploring that place, then I will die.
Because I could explore it forever.
It is constantly changing-  perpetually revealing hidden colors and pleasant treasures and perfumes that make my lungs sing.
The shadows shift, the light dances, the narrow paths open up to other worlds...
Temperatures change, sounds echo, pine trees whisper words I've yet to learn...

I delighted in finding new gifts. I took with me the tiniest acorn I had ever seen, with its little top hat still in place. And a sharp rock that looks like the face of an owl. A red spotted leaf, a white stone the size and shape of a penny, and a rusty hinge that was half buried in last years wood pile.

These are simple things, I know. Things that most people never care about or rarely see.
But to me- they are my bounty, my prize, my proof of miracles.

And I am an explorer.

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    1. Is that considered hoarding? Lol

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  2. you need to add some of your neat pictures to this post!

    Love you, you explorer you!

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  3. Yes you are an explorer - thank you for shring your world with us! It speaks to my soul.

    Thanks for sharing - I am always excited when I see a new post from you because I know I will be moved to think, feel or just slow down and breathe - whatever it is... it reminds me to enjoy the world around me!

    K

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    1. Thank you, SIL! Your visits here mean the world to me...

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  4. And where, dear friend, is the photographic evidence? =)

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    1. My laptop died and I don't have an adapter for my iPad. Going to buy one on payday. I will post my pictures then. Thanks for stopping by!

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  5. Rae, once again you have moved my soul. I wish I could see the beauty in just a rock like you do. I wish I had your ability to put into words all that you see, and not just that but you see the beauty God put here. I pray when you and hubby retire to the Cabin, That all your nature walks reveal something new to your soul. I pray happiness for you, because I know God is going to bless your life there. I know without a doubt no matter how far you go away , you will always be my friend .. love Barb.

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