Children are old friends reborn. They do not come to us asking us to tell them how to live. No, they know this part very well. Rather, they ask us to notice life happening through them. It is as though the power of all the universe has pushed itself into this amazing small perfect body, and now this vast personality wishes to say something. Yesterday morning as I was preparing to leave my sisters, her three children gathered around me and just wanted to be near. They wanted to be near, for the same reason I wished to be near them. I see them. And they see me. An entire universe of expression attempting to find a way to communicate a small piece of beauty which is translated as their personality. The smallest daughter, already a young woman, was listening to music on my iPad and with each piece, Sarah Mclaghlin was the choice, she would do a dance. One dance would suggest the rippling movements of water, then next was the growth of a tree, then the gentle pull of a breeze, then the power of explosive fire. Each song had a pulse and she was finding this pulse. She will become a dancer for sure. The middle boy, now a young man, is a comedian with a level of brilliance that suggests strongly he may become another Tom Hanks or Robbin Williams. His laughter and his natural athletic skill draw many beautiful girls to his door. But he prefers to hang with his uncle because I am good comedian material. I make him laugh for reasons not yet clear to me. I will have to go see him on stage to understand the extent of his interest in me. And then there is the oldest girl. She has a warrior spirit. A spirit as fierce as they come. I was teaching her to be more gentle with her siblings while waking up. She likes to show affection in the way a wrestler likes to take down a gorilla. She understood and offered to comb her sisters long flowing hair. I told her that between her and her tough street smart cousin in San Francisco I would be happy to take them anywhere because I would have two beautiful body guards watching my back. We spoke of a trip to Europe in 2016 in which I would like to travel from my fathers home land, Denmark down to Italy on my bike. They would be fun traveling companions. Well see. It is important to encourage the dreams of children and young people to grow. The universe is attempting to say something through them, and the universe has no wish to be suppressed. If given a little notice a child will become a power able to create simple beauty wherever they go, and through out their whole life. Somehow as I was riding my bike back to Glen Ellen it was their friendships, and that of my sister and her husband that I thought of. It was this revelry that made me glad to have another day on this earth. It was with thoughts of them that my body eventually collapsed into deep recuperative sleep. One more day is here. I have plans to meet a new friend for dinner. I will make some adjustments to my gears on the bike. Write a book called Water Dancer. Teach a student. And let my shoulders recover from the rides this past few days. I have been sitting in a chair so very still for nearly nines months from a damaged rotator cuff. And like getting reborn, I am walking, riding, and getting stronger and stronger each day. Yeeehah. A secret to happiness is to loose something important. And then find it again. Life is good. movingfastsittingstill.net
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 14:46:43 +0000
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