I heard the tune on Pandora this evening, and it had me thinking about recent weeks.
When I was a kid, walking in nature was always one of my favorite things to do. My family, friends and I would often find ourselves in the wooded areas around our area. Camping, fishing, riding our bikes, just walking or sometimes sledding in the hilly trails during winter–we escaped to those tree-covered plots around us to bask in their delights.
It never leaves my memory–those times of nostalgic, emotional bliss. Youth, accompanied by carefree junctures.
The recent weeks have been anything but these past times. There is this aging body, holding the same being I have always been, yet, I am not that person anymore. I’ve experienced things that I was oblivious to all of those years ago. People have come and gone, children have been reared while patience is continuously defined, love has been a lesson that is ever-changing, and my thoughts are gracefully fixated within the present.
Growth. Peace. Joy.
It’s a wonder to understand just what John Denver was talking about in his personal experience, communicated through his song. Although, I gather, through his words, and vicariously, that my life is much like his during the time he wrote the classic.
I suppose my thoughts in recent weeks–those of vulnerability, the reality of physical death, the ability to observe my thoughts opposed to getting lost in them, and the expression of compassion I am learning to have for friend or foe–are admirably identified within the song….