Virtually any link with humanity brings the sweetness of another perspective. Ageless. A continual climb in delight and anticipation - as if childhood unwittingly floods back, bringing moments of unguarded connection and curiosity. An ode to those tiny fingers trailing fences anxious to meet other creatures of relative size and the same wide-eyed wonder and invitation.
In associations with everyday strangers, do we remember how easily it was that we accepted so quickly others with eagerness and forgiveness, excitement and communion? Not merely counter clerks, not merely florists, not merely servers, not merely in line ahead of us or behind. People. Children. Others. Us. Once small and dirty, swinging, limber legs leaping rocks and scrambling over mossy patches, splashing droplets, rushing to help one another. Pointing, laughing, playing, talking. Oh, we all have a story. We all want to be counted. To leave discontent and impatience behind and be as a child...eager, loving, easy...present.
In associations with everyday strangers, do we remember how easily it was that we accepted so quickly others with eagerness and forgiveness, excitement and communion? Not merely counter clerks, not merely florists, not merely servers, not merely in line ahead of us or behind. People. Children. Others. Us. Once small and dirty, swinging, limber legs leaping rocks and scrambling over mossy patches, splashing droplets, rushing to help one another. Pointing, laughing, playing, talking. Oh, we all have a story. We all want to be counted. To leave discontent and impatience behind and be as a child...eager, loving, easy...present.
- This Carman Girl
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