I learned a long time ago that listening to the stories and advice shared and given by my elders was a smart thing to do. Some of those stories are great while others- not so much. The advice, more often than not, is solid and normally rooted in experience. One bit of advice I was given was to stay young at heart. I do my best to nourish that inner child with creativity and allow my imagination the freedom to fly.
I spend a lot of time sleeping in tents, in my truck, or even just out in the open in the hopes of keeping my spirit young. This past June my girlfriend and I found ourselves camping along a beautiful creek up in the eastern Sierra Nevada mountains. Being surrounded by pine trees, aspens, and a multitude of birds,insects and wildlife, is heaven for us.
In the evenings we were visited by a pair of curious beavers. I believed they were just taking a short break from their hard day of work to see how their new neighbors were. Seeing the beavers up there was a first for me. I’d seen their hard work for years but never the workers.
As usual the morning light was beautiful with the golden rays of the sun falling softly across the mountains. The reflections on the meandering creek were spectacular. In one direction the reflections held the water like blurry eyes waking from a long dream, while the grasses stood testament to the rising of a new day. Others seemed as though Monet had descended from the heavens to paint the reflection just for us.
The tail end of the morning held my gaze the longest. I was staring across the creek at a stand of dying aspens bathed in the morning light when something caught my eye. I stood there for a long while just staring trying to imagine what it was. I watched them climbing and diving, swooshing and slicing through the air like humming birds bouncing back and forth between invisible flowers. After watching for what seemed like an hour I finally allowed my inner child to define what they were; they were fairies. Maybe it was nothing more than my imagination, but what does your inner child see?