Celebration of life, memories rush in during the odd moments, something captures a thought that takes us back in time.
Part of our parents live on through us the children, passing knowledge down, a favourite saying of my Mom's was "Feast your eyes" whenever outdoors, travel or in the garden. How true we come to realize each moment is a new canvas to fill whether emotionally, in our minds eye, or sit mesmerized by it all.
Rebellious when younger our parents instilled the right mix into us to be able to sit back now reflecting, crying, yearning for them to be with us just for a moment in time, so glad you had a quality moment yesterday in your hike.
I like that feast your eyes ethos...It's simple but says much.
I am who I am partly because of my father and he would approve of my moments and that I design and create my life.
Thanks for your comment as always.
Quiet guiding hand on your shoulder is still there, that never leaves one, almost an echo... "Like Father like Son as the saying goes".
Both my Mom and Dad were very different in creativity teaching basics to us coming from very different backgrounds, never a dull moment. Many lessons learned, some took longer but eventually got through the thick skull.
Lol...I have one of those too, a thick skull, but yip, something penetrated. :)