Let's forget what we lerned.

Every year, I am overwhelmingly moved by the scenery (it's a bit frustrating that my photos don't do justice to its power and beauty though).

I'm glad I have a forgetful nature.

Forgotten and then remembered. Remembering and being moved.

Then being able to be grateful.

From the bottom of my heart

“Let's forget what we learned”.

This is the phrase I have heard from a friend of mine who studied Wardorf education a long time ago.

Autumn leaves, snowscapes, spring buds, cherry blossoms, summer light etc. We see them every year, we already know them, but nature shows us sometimes dynamic and sometimes delicate scenery that changes as if they were complitely new to us.

Whenever I am struck by them, the phrase pops up.

I had forgotten what I had learned.

Not with my thoughts, but with my senses.

Those feeling are what I also had remembered.