My little friend

Today I found my salvation back out taking pictures, beach lifes, little still life images of the remnants of the sea that flow onto shore and stay for awhile.  Lost in absorption of these beautiful tableaux, feeling the fresh cool strong breezes and the bright beach sunlight, and I turned.  There was this smiling little face waving his hands at me, a young gentleman likely of the tender age of four with a smile from ear to ear greeting me as if he knew me, all excited.  Hi, just hi, and a smile that lit Mississippi.  I guess Mississippi has been on my mind, water there too so it fit.  But this little gentleman wanted to be with me.  I looked around and saw what must be his family off a distance gathering shells.  This little friendly soul so clearly wanted to stay with me - and somewhere in me, the dark sadness that has been part of me for so long lit like an old stove and nearly exploded - he made me laugh so with his smile.  The father turned suddenly, looking - and I waved that he was with me.  These days everyone so fearful, and he was not - as if he knew he could trust where his son was.  His family and I came together, 5 boys all running round me, laughing, jumping, playing.  Mom finally came from behind the rocks with her small camera and I offered to take their pictures - and that turned out to be the event of the day - like trying to catch wiggling slimy fish.  We laughed and chased and gathered - and it was like with family.  And then finally the picture, but one moved, and another and he moved, and I just kept shooting hoping that one would catch them in movement so natural to them.  These were such good people, trusting people, they gave some of their trust to their children, and they were light and bright - this is our future, our hope for the future, the ones that love and trust and are full of light.  They kept following me as I left, wanting to come with - and if I could, would have taken them home and offered them cookies.   What a glorious day this was, that I kneeled on the beach to say thank you for such a wonderful blessing - I will not forget this smiling little child, the lovely child whose smile was the face of a friend.


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