Going through my "Through the Lens of a Nature Lover" archives, I found this piece from June 2023. It reflects on a valuable lesson my wonderful husband taught me many years ago.
This is so poignant — "seeing his finger beside mine, tracing the lumps and bumps of the rough exterior." What a loss, grief perhaps transmuted by time, but still, but still...
Thank you, Diane. It's been almost 5 years since Bob passed away, but I still love him just as much as I did 30+ years ago when he taught me how to appreciate nature.
So true. Life is so much more rewarding, so much richer when we travel it with our senses open. I apply the same principle to eating, to art, and so many other aspects of life. Maybe that's why I became a writer.
This is so poignant — "seeing his finger beside mine, tracing the lumps and bumps of the rough exterior." What a loss, grief perhaps transmuted by time, but still, but still...
Thank you, Diane. It's been almost 5 years since Bob passed away, but I still love him just as much as I did 30+ years ago when he taught me how to appreciate nature.
So true. Life is so much more rewarding, so much richer when we travel it with our senses open. I apply the same principle to eating, to art, and so many other aspects of life. Maybe that's why I became a writer.
We have to look beyond the surface.