The GREAT outdoors doesn't have to be far away--at least not when you're five years old. My youngest son can collect "nature" anywhere he goes, and in a nod to being in the moment--anywhere he already is. He gathers nature with reverence and unadulterated joy absolutely anywhere his feet take him. So this morning when he happily gathered some of the most gorgeous leaves imaginable, it was one of those Ah-hah moments for me.
The air was crisp, the clouds marshmallowy, the sun brilliant. And there frolicked my jubilant son in what you would have thought was a meadow or the top of a mountain kissed by an early spring, but was actually our neighbors' driveway. Asphalt no less. Note to self: Life is not a destination, it's definitely a journey...and the journey is to be enjoyed moment by moment, INside each of them...not wanting to be anywhere else but where your feet stand.
Here's to my nature lover, my little rock hound, and the most constant and authentic reminder I have to enjoy this amazing planet!
