--Thich Nhat Hanh
Butterflies can't see their wings. They can't see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well. --Naya Rivera
I spent many glorious minutes this week holding and gazing at my three-week-old grandson, Remy. I love pondering what he sees, hears and understands. He can't see how truly beautiful he is, but his parents and grandparents can. He is a perfect new human. Sure, he has some baby acne, and he cries and is smelly sometimes, always for good reasons. Think of it--he goes from the dark, warm. confined world of Mom's womb into the world of lights, giants and noise. We have no way of knowing what his existence was before he chose this journey, but I totally believe there was consciousness somewhere/somehow. I spent a bunch of time whispering to him about how glad we are that he chose our family, what a great Mom and Dad he has, and how much fun he is going to have with his big brother, Luca. And over and over, how much he is loved.
In Spirit's "eyes," we are all, no matter our age and life choices, perfect humans. We are loved infinitely more than parents and grandparents love their little ones. Let us use this love to nourish our happiness. We are not here to suffer but to love and enjoy.
Leta
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| At Johnson County Community College |
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