I made time.

Words are funny things, wiley creatures, slippery and shimmery. One makes time. Surely not. And yet…

Commonly on business trips, I do not make time. My usual work doesn’t stop its demands when the work on site adds its needs to the clamor of the day. And so I retire to my hotel in the evenings with my takeout and my laptop until past my bedtime. 

Not this time.






My children, I realized, do not know that a darkened forest tunnel will feel cooler, the air lighter, than the meadow they just exited. They haven’t learned the precise angle that is safe to traverse down a rooted path to a creek bed without tumbling. They don’t know that the quiet one walks, the more one sees. 

I have my work cut out for me making more time for the important lessons of childhood.

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4 comments on “I made time.

  1. albert says:

    Important thoughts to go with those beautiful photographs. You are on a good path

  2. ... says:

    Lovely post. Our children are outside all day every day. It’s the best kind of childhood. Such wonderful photos.

    • plumdirt says:

      Mine do as well, in our backyard. It’s so different than the childhood I had traipsing about the land around my parents’ home. Children are often so much happier outside than in.

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