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Written by David Masters
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Tuesday, 31 August 2010 12:03 |
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We slowly dance around the closing fire, jockeying for that perfect smoke free spot. The wind is coming in off the lake and cascading our site with cloud of smoke from a fresh bundle of rain soaked branches placed on the fire. As I lay on the rocky shore trying to escape the smoke, he says to me "Maybe the smoke is the last words the branches are speaking to the trees". "What do you mean" I say. "Well, there is energy everywhere and the trees are alive, maybe the energy from the branches is talking to the trees one last time". "When did you start thinking like this?" I asked as he wiped a tear from his face. "When you taught me, when you told me that trees are alive".
This ten year old boy, sitting by the fire, now still believes in magic and understands that he is connected to everything and directly linked to the symphony of life. Just the week before as he pulled out his slingshot and starting hitting an old white pine, I asked him "Do you think the tree likes that? Maybe you should ask the tree if it's alright". At the time I didn't think much of it, but these simple words to a child really helped him to look at the forest in a new way. In a way that magic and little people abound and he can now, if he wishes, talk to everything.
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Last Updated on Tuesday, 31 August 2010 12:06 |
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