Life in the marsh is plentiful ... the longer I sat on the log taking in the exquisite beauty of the Iris, the more I saw. Dragonflies, damsel flies, fish, tadpoles, snakes were some of the visible wildlife that existed on what was available to eat in the swamp. There was a fable I recall from childhood that suggested that if I kissed a frog, the amphibian would turn into a prince. I'm contemplating that as this specimen viewed me from the center of the boggy area; we gazed at each other for minutes. At one point, he smoothly stretched out his back legs; I was sure he was swimming away. To my surprise he came closer and stopped about three inches from where I sat. He was fine-looking, detailed with flecks of gold like armor over his iridescent green body.
My girlish memory thought,
knight in shining armor? Well, he did not get a kiss.
What I have learned from experience is that the idea is true though - the true champions of my soul usually do not fit the description of Hollywood's "beautiful people". Instead, those dearest to my heart may appear ordinary if examined from that shallow view, but their true nature is superb, discriminating, intelligent and loving. Perhaps that is the truth of
kissing a frog - understanding and respecting what is really there within the people we care about.
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