After spending a couple of hours at the rocky northern Californian coast with my niece, I was amazed at her wonder of being outdoors, in such a wild composition and the awe with which this young child embraced every experience. Every rock needed to be patted and every wave watched. She ogled the birds and the flowers. She squealed in giggly glee at the creeping curled legs of the hermit crabs and oohed over the rough skin of the starfish.
Watching her play and gape and wonder (and wander!) was exhilarating. In some ways I felt like she was showing me how to experience the world again. How to laugh. How to cry and recover when told NO!. How to touch the world and absorb it. How to encounter something and be fascinated by whatever it was.
Somehow watching her learn to love the world she encounters reminded me that I need to love it too. Maybe I did. Maybe I forgot in my rush and bustle. Maybe, in some ways, I never learned.
And perhaps now is the time to learn.