As a descendent, it seems as though I am given her perspective through my eyes. My senses will imagine how she would have enjoyed where we are. The pungent smell of the red oak, the ping of the maul off of a hard piece of hickory while bathing in the green of the forest remind me, connect me. The sounds of owls, whippoorwills and such while camped on the river would have thrilled her.
Seems we all need to do that. View the world through the eyes and hearts of our elders. Not just human, but also other forces before us, the earth, trees, water. When I leave a campsite I always give thanks for being there. It has enveloped me phsically and spiritually for a moment, a day or three. I can't wait to show Mom the river this summer. We will enjoy it.