Spring Rain into the Gutter, Jamestown, NC
There are people who really didn’t have much of a childhood
due to a variety of factors and there are those of us seniors that simply have
a hard time remembering back that far.
But like all things in life there can be second chances, especially if
you are fortunate to rediscover life through the lens of a child. And one of the many positive experiences that
can come out of this social isolation for those who take the time to reflect is
spending more time with the inquisitive children that make up the fabric of our
lives.
Jesus was often criticized for spending too much time with
human beings such as children and sinners instead of important leaders of the time. But he famously rebuked his disciples when he
told them to ” let the little children come to me” for they haven’t yet
acquired all the filters and baggage of seeing the world through the biased eyes
of us adults.
Yesterday my grandson was outside walking the rain-soaked streets
of Chicago with his parents. He was
quick to discover two common earth worms that had come topside because of the
saturated ground. It was a sight that
most of us adults would have easily passed over with indifference. Then on today’s walk he discovered that one
had been trampled and the other was missing.
He understood that the first worm had lost its life on the busy path but
the other must surely have escaped into the rushing waters of the gutter and down
into the drains.
When I was a child growing up in central Kansas before the
loss of innocence, I remember that we children loved to stay close to the
curbing after a Spring rain. Once the
flow slowed, it became great sport to build small mud dams and capture the
runoff as it meandered down to the gutters.
Of course, we were barefoot and carefree in those days and I don’t
recall finding any earth worms. But if
we did, I’m pretty confident in those innocent times that we would have let
them pass onto freedom. The Carolina
rains today prompted me to recall those idyllic days and venture outside in the
rain to capture a meaningful photograph of those childhood memories.
Life can be fragile, especially in dire times of a worldwide
pandemic, but it can also be introspective for those who are paying attention. And it can teach those of us who are willing
to learn the lesson.
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