and so they walked along the flowered path.

i may have already written a post about this, but it still amazes me. i work in the nursery at church. i'm constantly surrounded by 9 or 10 one and two year olds. their pure passion simply amazes me. if a toy gets taken from them by another child, they are enraged, passionately enraged and broken hearted. there's no pretense about them, they feel whole-heartedly what they feel. and when they're happy, like when they see their mommy coming to get them, there is no greater sound or sight than the giggle and smile they put on. i am so constantly amazed at what passionate little people they are. why is it that as we get older we become too "mature" to feel? not just feel but feel with passion and without pretense. another thing i love. children's facination. well it's now being diminshed by the desensitising of children via television and video games, but oh well. children are so facinated by the smallest things, whether that be a pretty flower, any ole' weed'll do, or a mud pie. everything they see and do just facinates them. i think that if we would all just stop and smell the wildflowers, or go for a walk, we'd all be better for it. at least for me, the times when i'm happiest are the times i become almost childlike and find facination in the simplest of things. celebrate life! don't just live it.