Today the sun finally came out, the beach beckoned and I considered the world from a new perspective.
As I wandered freely along the shoreline, investigating things that drew my attention, I was reminded of being a child. I found myself inquisitively exploring the weight and form of a rock in my palm and touching the textured surface of limpet shells against my cheek. I gently nudged unidentifiable tideline treasures with my boot and watched bubbles of sea foam ripple over my feet.
Why as we grow up do we become less inquisitive about the world around us?
A small stream running from the cliffs to the sea caught my eye and I decided to investigate further. I let it flow through my fingers, watched it slide over the rocks and noticed how colours reflect on its surface...
Looking underwater a different world was revealed. Large, smooth pebbles sat amongst tiny crumbs of rock, each painted with luminous colour and detailed pattern. Specks in the crystal water caught the light as they drifted beneath the bubbles that cling to the underside of the silky surface. I imagine the hushed sounds of moving water.
It seems to me that allowing ourselves to freely investigate the world around us with the enquiring mind we knew as a child, enables us to explore and understand the world on a deeper, more intimate level. Moments like these reconnect us with the natural world.