A Book review of The Boy Who Spoke to the Earth
Our experiences in life can provide strong connections to literature. Today I am sharing some experiences from my own life that helped me to connect with There Once was a Boy Who Spoke to the Earth for my book review.
Being endurance athletes we are all outdoor enthusiasts. Our training ground brings us through the wild outdoors on a daily basis on trails, on roads, in the mountains, on rivers and lakes. Part of my love or rather my almost insatiable passion for running is due to the fact that when I run, or row, paddle, ride, ski, or swim, I am able to completely immerse myself in the nature that surrounds us. It is very easy to pass through life without truly “seeing” nature and finding the joy and the happiness that lies within but if you allow yourself to live and breathe it in you will become enveloped in every feeling that nature can bring.
As a young child I grew up going to a Lake where our days were filled with woodsy walks and hours in and on the water, swimming and splashing. We would dance in the rain drops on our dock. We would dangle out tiny toes in the crystal water with the vast sky and moonlight overhead. We would watch from the lap of our parents as the rainstorm would travel from one end of the lake to the other with big splashing drops rolling off the roof into the water below. We were lucky to see Bald Eagles swoop down pulling fish from the water and to find salamanders hiding under the shelter of delicate ferns only to claim them as our temporary friends.
My own experiences growing up immediately connected me with the book that I am sharing with you today. Please enjoy my review.