Wonder

It was a few fall seasons ago when I took a trip to Bemidji.  The walk took us through a canopy of maples in Bemidji State Park.  Where two trees met over the path, we stopped  to take photos.

It was not long afterward that a little boy came running through the leaves down the path and under the archway … lost in the golden maple undergrowth within the watchful eye of his mother, not far behind.

So few times in life do we enter into this kind of world, torn with the pressures of things to do and places to go; but beauty like this happens everywhere, and all we need do is notice … remembering, perhaps, that the most important things in our lives are framed in moments, moments when we were fully and joyously aware.

Bemidji Maples
Bemidji Maples

 

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Author: Anita Suzanne Dedman-Tillemans

For love of wilderness.