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Nostalgia and the way we see things now

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When I was young I lived in the country. My playground was in the fields, the rolling hills, rivers, ponds, mountains, trees and lakes. I ventured far and wide discovering every segment of the landscape that surrounded our home.
I knew the whisper of the wind in the tall pine trees, I knew the rippling streams and the way they rushed down the valleys, I knew the sound of the tall grasses and the way the sun warmed their golden tips when I lay amongst them. I knew the trees in the native bush that we built huts in and played innumerable games in. I knew every track, every animal, every sound and every view, every hillside and every valley. In fact I would say every day of my life as soon as our chores around the house were done, we children would escape to the valleys, hills, trees and ponds. Winter, summer, autumn and spring!

I live in the city now....but to this very day I feel like Heidi of the Swiss alps and I hear and feel the land in my veins, in my mind and in my body.

I believe every human ever born, has a profound and deep connection in some way to nature. 

Could this be one of the reasons humans travel, to see, to view, to ponder, to search and gaze at the incredibly beautiful world around us?

When you see a work of art, maybe a painting, maybe a gorgeous piece of pottery, maybe an architecturally designed home, do you not wonder....
WHO MADE THIS? 
HOW DID THEY MAKE IT?
WHAT INSPIRED THEM TO MAKE SUCH A WONDERFUL THING? 

And so it is with my wanderings today, away from the city, far from the madding crowd,

I gaze and ask...


WHO MADE THIS?
WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?
HOW DID THEY DO THIS?
WHAT WAS GOING ON INSIDE THEIR THOUGHTS WHEN THEY ENVISIONED THEIR END PRODUCT?


Do not these questions dot your mind every now and then?

And so I figure it must have been love.

Love that created a playground for just me. Love that made such beauty. Love that made me completely and totally lose my mind at the ingenious creativity of another.

Then I figure God is love.
Love is God. Without Gods love we would cease to exist and chaos would reign. It is love that assures humanity that the circle of life will continue. 


And then I remind myself... No greater love has anyone than to lay down His life for His friend. This Easter I am reminded of that! Happy Easter everyone.

I return to the fields, the long grasses, the beautiful mountains and I am happy once again, nostalgia makes me remember the playground, and what it cost for me to stay in peace and enjoy that playground. 



I believe nostalgia triggers a better understanding of our childhood and what that means to us.

My images this week are of the countryside, the playground made for you and me..

The silent forest
We played in the trees
Fence line in the snow
Lakes innumerable
Kaikoura bush land.
Mt Fyffe bush track Kaikoura NZ.
The bubbly streams always talking to you.
The bigger rivers sometimes shouting at you.

See you next time. Wendy.

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