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Nature -- My Childhood Solace
The pond in our back woods, similar to the one in the slideshow below, was where I crawled out on a limb and talked to my reflection. I called her the girl in the pond, and she seemed to know more about how I felt than I did. Seeing her sad face allowed me the tears I wasn't to cry in the presence of others.
The daisies growing in the fields were a favortie flower though picking them for Mother didn't make her happy. They were field flowers and belonged there, she said. My other favorites grew by the side of the house, sweet peas, flocks and hollyhocks. In the Rocky Mountains where I lived and hiked until a return to Tennessee almost two years ago, an annual hike to Butler Gulch in the Arapahoe National Forrest led to a high meadow filled with the wonderful mix of wildflowers that the photo in the slideshow below hardly does justice. There the little Maggie in me radiated joy that returns as I enjoy the photographs taken during those hikes. The lovely tarns in the meadow above Black Lake, a long and steep enough climb to limit the number of visitors, is a place cherished in memory and photos. Though I hope for a return to Butler Gulch this summer, I may not get there again, and likely will not make the trek above Black Lake.
In Tennessee, my paths take me through wooded forests and up and down hills, sometimes in our parks and sometimes on neighborhood streets. I relish the lush green that, in the fall, turns red and gold. My soul needs those walks in the woods, and I am grateful that I am able to take them often.
Without the flowers, trees, fields, birds and pond of my childhood, I can't say how I would have found a way to transcend the darkness that permeated much of our family's world.
GO TO to read more on my journey in nature in my long-running blog--Inspirations--Nature, Sprit and People.