An Enchantment of the Heart

By Carole Roque 

I was young then, so very young and small.

The grass appeared to me like tall hay as I sat in the midst of it one bright summer morning. I was at our summer camp, a humble little cottage by a lake where I spent every summer of my youth, amassing happy memories.

On this particular morning, I was unusually contemplative and aware of my surroundings. All the elements that make up happiness seemed to be present in my little realm.

I guess 11:00 must have been the time of day, judging from the position of the sun. Sun so warm and caressing that I lifted my face towards it, inviting its kind rays to penetrate me.

The view of the calm lake with so many beautiful waterlilies, on whose large leaves frogs were seated, croaking. I was spellbound.

The feel of the grass, the wildflowers and the colourful butterflies joyfully dancing around my head. Oh, what a feast for all my senses!

My heart was overflowing with joy and feelings of gratitude for this world.

I felt contentment and a sense of well-being. I became part of nature’s wholeness. I was in tune with the universe — I belonged.

Then the cry of the cicada was heard, with its promise of continued warm, sunny weather. I was assured that this good life would last and last.