For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
So I went on my usual morning walk with Trapper this morning down at the Cox Reservation Greenbelt in Essex. A walk there is actually never normal as the scenery is stunning and each day and even time of day paints a different picture. The sky is never the same, the reflections are never the same, the tidal river is never the same and the trees, grass, flowers and weeds are never the same. Walking is a great reminder that we need to be present, ever present, and take in each moment- because we never get them back and if we don’t pay attention we will miss something unique and special.
For the past couple of weeks I have been collecting fallen acorns. I know all the hot spots now. No one can tell me that those ancient indigenous genes for being a gatherer aren’t alive and well still in the 21st century. It doesn’t matter that I could be facetiming a friend half way around the world on my walk, the most pressing and exciting thing is waiting to see what has fallen overnight, and see if I can spot it. I have to laugh because it is like my husband always saying “One last cast” or my boys saying ”one last pitch” or “one last jump”. How lucky we are that we all can find something that simple that makes us that happy. The excitement I feel when I find a whole other lot of acorns under some grass I haven’t explored before is life giving. I feel the same way when I am picking berries- especially raspberries that like to hide under arches of leaves. Wouldn’t it be great if we could always look at our days like this? Where can I find one more person to make smile. Where can I find one more positive thing to notice and say to somebody. I know that borders on cheesy- but really. Really think about what a greater focus that would be than judging and surviving and scraping our way up to the “top”.
I’ve been thinking a lot about these acorns I’ve been collecting. At first I was collecting them in the hopes that we will get far enough with the store to plan and advertise some Thanksgiving or Christmas craft that would be great with them. Then I started thinking about how much just an acorn could be used to teach a preschool class. “Do you see any two acorns alike?” “Do you think there is anyone out there exactly like you?” “What makes you special and unique like that acorn?” “Why do the trees drop acorns anyway?” “And why do they drop so many?” The possibilities of teaching life, science, math, social studies and poetry from an acorn are as abundant as what a tiny acorn can actually produced if it is given all the right conditions to grow.
This morning I think I decided however, to try to give one acorn to every person that comes in the store, as a reminder of just how unique and special they are. That truly is the mission Chris and I have for the property, so I better keep gathering.