Hanging around the campsite I found a log at one end of fire ring. I sat down on it and it felt sturdy. After a minute, without warning it rolled slightly to the back. Head went backwards and feet went skyward.
The ground behind was soft and I stayed in that position to allow the other campers to laugh without feeling rushed.
While I lay on my back I stared up at the trees that surrounded me. From that angle the birch trees looked majestic. They looked so regal and timeless. And the tops of the trees appeared so far away.
Years ago I owned a compact Toyota pick-up. As I pulled it into the apartment complex parking stall, two boys were sitting on the curb. When I got out, one of the boys said, “Wow, it’s Bigfoot”. I grinned at him and thought of how cute he was. It wasn’t until later sitting on the same curb eating a sandwich I saw the truth of what the boy was saying. From curb level my compact truck appeared massive. All it took was to see the world from his angle.
While I’m sure I looked ridiculous lying on the backside of the log with my feet in the air, for me the environment had shifted in an instant and I gazed at a whole new world. Sometimes you have to look hard to see things differently, and sometimes it comes on the flipside of a log.
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That is an amazing perspective!
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