“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” – Rumi
My youngest is coming into town Sunday for a week. I don’t get to see much of her since she lives 2,000 miles west of me. So I am going to take a break from posting for a few days and pay attention, mostly listen, to her. I’ll answer comments or questions as I have done before but I feel like I need to take a deep breath just to remind myself that the world is filled with big and little people and I have spent too much time dealing with the little and not enough with the big.
My children are the reason I exist. They are my sun and my moon, my grass and my stars. They are my past, my present and my future, our future. I attempt, everyday, to see the world through their eyes. To imagine what they perceive as good or bad, false or true. I know the day is ahead of me when my physical presences will no longer exist and my soul will be just a memory that shines through their eyes. I won’t be able to hug them, or say I love you but I will always be here, as a spirit that exist through them.
You will hear from me soon, but until you do, be still for a moment, take a deep breath and remember that despite how it seems some days the world is filled with more love than hate. I truly believe this and I hope you will too.
“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child—our own two eyes. All is a miracle.” – Thich Nhat Hanh