In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. – Khalil Gibran
A has a great eye for details. She often makes me notice little things I might not have noticed without her pointing them out to me.
It could be anything. A snail slithering it’s way across a road or path or up a plant, a little bug, someone’s facial expression, a sign, graffiti on a wall, a special stone, a flower, the new moon, how it smells a certain way after it’s rained, stars coming out in the sky, if our neighbour is wearing a new hat, if I bought something new, rain drops on a leaf, the way candle wax melts and runs down the candle. All the little things A notices.
Yesterday we had been talking about spiders because a pholcidae spider (long legged spider) bit A a few days ago in the garden and neither of us had known that they could bite. We were trying to find out why the spider had bitten her by googling it. But we only managed to find out that they are capable of biting through skin and that they have almost exterminated the small tegenaria species in all of Denmark, since they hunt and eat other spiders. So when we went for a walk yesterday A stopped at a spider web because she had noticed one of the small spiders, which had made her very happy because it meant there were still some left.
On our walk we also encountered lots of different looking snails. We noticed that the snails like to eat nettles. A told me that the flowers on the nettles are edible as well as the leafs, so we ate some nettle flowers. The taste is very neutral and we quite liked them.
If you look closely you will see a small creature here:
I think A’s eye for details is well connected with her strong intuition and her ability to ponder for a long time over things. She likes to tell stories and always wants me to write them down for her since she doesn’t like to write herself.
This past week it has been very hot and we have been spending several hours at the beach. One day A brought a book and pencil so I could write down the story she was thinking of. We wrote two chapters in her story about a friendly dragon.
It is always in nature that we find most of our inspiration. It gives us a sense of connection with something greater than ourselves and it is there we can feel the most free. The other day when we were swimming in the sea A said to me: ‘I always feel so free when I’m in the water. It is like I can fly!’
I knew exactly what she meant.